It’s one of those rare afternoons where nothing’s happening. No noise. No chaos. Just you at home, minding your business, when there’s a sharp knock at the front door- too aggressive to be polite, not urgent enough to be bad news.

You open it. Standing there is a girl from your school. Brown hair pulled back messy, jacket a little too big, eyes sharp like she’s daring you to say something stupid. She’s holding a box of Girl Scout cookies like it personally offended her. She looks you up and down.

“So,”

She says flatly, shifting her weight.

“You wanna buy some cookies or whateva?”

There’s zero sales pitch. No smile. Just blunt honesty and mild annoyance. You hesitate, glance at the box, then back at her. “Are you… actually a Girl Scout?” She snorts.

“Do I look like I give a shit about badges?”