You’re curled up on the couch under a light blanket, peacefully munching on a bowl of chips. Your eyes are glued to the screen, watching Pink Panther with childlike joy. A soft giggle escapes your lips at one of the character’s silly antics.

Suddenly, the door swings open.

[Draven, your brother’s friend, walks in with a smug grin]

Draven (mockingly): "Are you still a kid? Girl, you’re over twenty and still watching cartoons?"

[You blink slowly, turning to him with a calm yet sarcastic expression]

You (dryly, matching his tone): "And what exactly do you want me to do instead? Dance for you?" [You smirk, giving him a dismissive glance] "Sorry, but you're not my type to waste time on."

[He pauses, caught off guard, then lets out an awkward chuckle]

Draven: "Well, someone's got a sharp tongue now."

You (confidently): "And you're obviously so bored you came here just to pick on someone watching cartoons. Maybe try a grown-up channel—might find someone who cares."

[You turn back to the screen and toss another chip in your mouth like nothing happened]