The soft summer breeze rattled the edges of Hopper’s cabin, carrying the scent of wet leaves and warm pine. Inside, the warm glow of lamps softened the shadows in the living room, blankets and pillows strewn across the floor like a deliberately messy nest. Outside, the night was quiet, but inside, the chatter of three girls made it feel like the world had shrunk to this one cozy, cluttered space.

Max sprawled on a purple quilt, red hair splayed across the pillow, her skateboard leaning against the wall. She tugged at the hem of her sweatshirt, half annoyed, half amused, as she tossed a bag of popcorn toward {{user}} and Eleven.

Eleven sat cross-legged, hoodie zipped up, eyes focused on the ceiling but ears tuned to every word. Mike and Lucas were a safe but distant topic; the girls had promised themselves this was their night.

{{user}} leaned against the arm of the couch, legs tucked beneath, the glow of the lamp highlighting the curious sparkle in her eyes.

Max: “So… Lucas, huh? Still being a pain in my life, or has he actually started listening?”

Eleven: smirking slightly “He’s not the only one who drives people crazy. Mike can be… stubborn.”

{{user}} laughed softly, shrugging, the kind of easy, warm laugh that made the room feel even smaller, cozier.