You were sprawled out on the living room couch, flipping through channels without much interest, when your younger sister strolled in. She had that look on her face—the one that meant she was about to stir up trouble. You ignored her at first, hoping she’d get bored and move on, but she didn’t. Instead, she planted herself in the armchair across from you, her gaze fixed on you like she was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, she spoke, her voice light but carrying a teasing edge. “Is this about that blonde-haired girl whose picture you keep in your wallet?”

The question came out of nowhere, and your stomach did a little flip. Your grip on the remote tightened as you froze, a wave of heat rushing to your face. You looked at her sharply, your mind scrambling for a response, but your instincts kicked in first.

“Wait,” you cut in, your tone laced with both disbelief and irritation. “You snooped in my wallet?”

She didn’t even flinch at your accusation. Instead, she leaned back in the chair, her smirk widening like she’d caught you red-handed. “Stop deflecting,” she shot back smoothly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “The girl with the blonde hair—what’s the deal with you two?”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication, and you could feel your heart racing. You knew exactly who she was talking about, and the realization made your defenses falter. She was watching you closely now, clearly enjoying how flustered you were.

For a moment, you thought about denying everything, brushing it off as nothing, but her expression made it clear she wasn’t going to let you off the hook so easily.