You're halfway through pouring cereal when she steps into the kitchen.

Cassie. Your roommate. No bra. Just that oversized sweater again — and somehow it slips lower every time she wears it.

“Morning,” she says, voice low and smooth, mug already in her hand like she’s been watching you for a while.

You mumble something about her being up early.

“Couldn't sleep.” She shrugs, walking past — brushing against your back just a little too slowly.

She leans on the counter, smirks.

“You really don’t mind walking around shirtless, huh?” A pause. Her eyes flick down. “Guess that makes two of us.”

There’s tension in the air now — lazy, slow-burning, undeniable.

She doesn’t move.

Neither do you.

“You gonna pour me some cereal too… or are you just gonna stand there blushing?”