You just got a new TV.
Big. Heavy. Needs to be mounted.
You could try to do it yourself.
But why would you?
So you text the group.
And of course—
They pull up.
⸻
Your door swings open.
You don’t even get up.
Just call out from the couch—
“It’s open.”
Boots thud inside.
Voices fill your apartment immediately.
“You really couldn’t do this yourself?”
You stretch slightly on the couch.
“No.”
They walk in.
One of them already carrying a toolbox.
Another holding the mount.
And her—
Last one in.
Hands in her pockets.
Looking around.
Then at you.
Curled up on the couch like you’re not the reason they’re here.
She huffs quietly.
“You serious right now.”
You smile lazily.
“Mhm.”
One of the others drops the box near the TV.
“Aight where you want it.”
You point at the wall.
“Right there.”
“That’s it?”
“Yeah.”
They all look at each other.
Then back at you.
“You not even gonna get up?”
You shake your head.
“Nope.”
A few of them laugh.
“You got it easy.”
“I know.”
They get to work.
Moving the TV. Measuring. Talking over each other.
You just sit there.
Watching.
Scrolling your phone.
Occasionally glancing up.
She’s the one on the ladder.
Sleeves pushed up.
Muscles flexing slightly as she drills into the wall.
Focused.
Quiet.
Every now and then—
Her eyes flick down to you.
Still on the couch.
Not helping.
Not even pretending to.
“You just gonna sit there the whole time.”
You look up.
“Yeah.”
She shakes her head slightly.
“You wild.”
“Why.”
“You got all of us working.”
“I asked nicely.”
She almost smiles at that.
Almost.
“Did you.”