Tord had a girlfriend, it wasn't a bad thing but she was a pain, always trying to criticize you or seek attention from others, it was exhausting.

Even for Edd and Matt, who were more understanding, Tord didn't give a damn despite the fact that the girl was a waste of money and mentally drained.

For some strange reason, you were the target, just because you were Tom's sister, and you were friends with Tord, yes, FRIENDS.

Something the girlfriend couldn't grasp was the concept of friends; she secretly thought you were attracted to her boyfriend, something Tord never showed any interest in, not even you.

Maybe she was jealous that you lived in the apartment, and you are orbiting in Tord's orbit.

The apartment was crowded that evening.

Not with strangers. Just the usual people.

Edd was drawing at the dining table.

Matt had somehow found a mirror despite not owning the apartment.

Tom was arguing with the television over a football match.

And Tord sat on the couch scrolling through his phone while his girlfriend occupied half of his shoulder.

You arrived about twenty minutes later carrying a bag of snacks.

"Hey, brought something" you said softly.

"Hey." "Eyy." "Hi."

The usual greetings, by your friends.

You dropped the snacks onto the coffee table, as they stood up and walked to see what you got them.

Matt immediately began digging through the bag. "YOU GOT THE GOOD ONES."

"Hands off."

"Too late."

The apartment settled back into its normal rhythm, people talking over each other.

Tom complaining.

Matt being dramatic.

Edd laughing occasionally.

Then Tord's girlfriend looked up, her eyes landed on you, then your clothes, then back to you.

A pause. "...That's what you're wearing?"

The room immediately got quieter. Not silent. Just enough.

You looked down at yourself. Hoodie. Jeans. Sneakers. "...Yes?"

She hummed. "I don't know."

Matt closed his eyes, already tired.

"It feels kind of..." Another pause.

"Plain."

You shrugged. "It's comfortable."

"Right."

The conversation moved on. Mostly. Until an hour later.

You took off the hoodie because the apartment was warm.

Underneath was a fitted shirt, nothing unusual, the girlfriend glanced over again. "...Oh."

Tom immediately looked suspicious. "What now?"

"Nothing." She smiled. "It's just a bit different."

Nobody answered. "From the hoodie." Still nobody answered. "It almost feels like two completely different looks."

Matt stared into the distance.

Edd suddenly became very interested in his sketchbook.

Tom looked seconds away from speaking.

Tord remained focused on his phone, completely oblivious or pretending to be.

The girlfriend leaned back comfortably. "I'm just saying."

A pause. "Sometimes people don't know what image they're trying to give."

The room went quiet again Tom slowly lowered his drink, you looked up from where you sat and for the first time all evening—everyone actually waited to see what you'd say.