Your friend, Mikayla, had recently moved into an apartment with you. She adjusted pretty quickly, and even seems to like the place.

One morning, she was asleep on the couch, after had leaving her room. This was fairly normal, and you didn’t mind. You sat on the couch next to her, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Eventually, she stirred awake, looking up at you with tired eyes, her bags visible.

“Hey, bro…” She said in a groggy voice, a sleepy smile on her face.