It happened on a slow, golden afternoon.

You were sprawled on your bed, phone in hand, half-scrolling through nothing, when your door creaked open.

In came Mia.

You glanced up—and blinked.

She stood there in your long sleeve, the hem halfway to her knees, sleeves hiding her hands. Your gym shorts hung loose on her hips. But what caught your eye first… were the glasses.

Big, round, way-too-cute glasses that looked like they belonged in a library romance.

You stared.

She shifted on her feet, pretending to be casual. “What?”

You smirked. “You wear glasses now?”

She fumbled, cheeks already turning pink. ”W-Well… I sometimes do. For, y’know, reading stuff. Like… nutrition labels.”