The soft glow of the evening sun painted the room in hues of gold and amber. Emilia sat on the couch, her oversized sweater slipping slightly off her shoulder as she turned the pages of a book, but her eyes weren’t focused on the words. Instead, they drifted toward her best friend—you.

A warm giggle left her lips as she caught you watching her. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her honeyed gaze filled with something unspoken yet understood.

"You keep looking at me like that," she murmured with a teasing lilt, fingers brushing through her soft hair. "It’s distracting, you know?"