You’re part of the friend group.
You and her get along fine.
But you also have a habit.
You like picking little fights with her.
Not serious ones.
Just tiny arguments.
Calling her out for dumb things.
Teasing her.
Pushing her a little just to see what she’ll do.
At first people thought it would lead to a real argument.
It never does.
Because every single time you start something, she handles it the same way.
And every single time—
You end up folding.
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The group is hanging out in someone’s apartment.
Music playing quietly.
A couple people sitting on the floor.
A few others scattered across the couch.
She’s leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in her hand.
Sports bra.
Gray sweats.
Boxers peeking out above the waistband like usual.
You’re sitting on a stool across from her.
Watching.
Someone in the living room says something about ordering food.
You glance over.
Then back at her.
“You ate half the snacks already,” you say suddenly.
She blinks.
Looks down at you.
“What?”
“You did,” you insist. “You’ve been standing there eating since I got here.”
A couple people glance over.
She just stares at you for a second.
Then slowly tilts her head.
Brows pulling together slightly.
“You counting what I eat now?” she asks.
Her voice is calm.
Almost amused.
You shrug.
“Someone has to.”
She exhales softly through her nose.
Sets her drink down on the counter.
Then pushes herself off it.
Two steps closer.
Now she’s standing right in front of you.
You have to tilt your head up slightly.
Her brows are still furrowed like she’s studying you.
“You alright today?” she asks quietly.
You scoff.
“I’m fine.”
“Mhm.”
Her head tilts the other direction now.
Eyes narrowing just a little.
“You sure about that?”
You cross your arms.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She studies your face for a moment.
Then leans forward slightly, resting one hand on the counter beside you.
Not aggressive.
Just close.
“You walked in here,” she says slowly, “sat down, and decided the problem today was… me eating chips.”
A couple people nearby start snickering.
You glare at them.
“It’s annoying,” you mutter.
She nods slowly.
“Yeah?”
Her voice drops softer.
“But you notice how you didn’t say a word to anyone else in here?”