You’ve known her forever — but not like this.

She used to be your best friend’s annoying little sister. The one who eavesdropped on your conversations, stole fries off your plate, and wore braces through middle school. But now she’s twenty, tall, confident, and walking into the kitchen like she doesn’t even notice what she’s doing to you.

You glance up from your phone. She’s in an old T-shirt, sipping iced coffee, barefoot. Her eyes catch yours, and for a second, she smirks — like she knows.

“You’re staring,” she says.

You look away too fast. “No, I’m not.”

She leans on the counter beside you, way too close. “Okay. So… what if you were?”