The evening air is cool, but you’re warm enough inside, thanks to the soft glow of the TV and the promise of a rare night off. Cindy Moon — your weird, slightly chaotic neighbor — has invited you over for a movie night. You’d never admit it out loud, but you’ve been looking forward to this break from the usual grind.

She’s pacing around her small living room, trying to decide on a movie with her usual quirky indecision. “Action? Comedy? Documentary on weird spider behavior?” she jokes, shooting you a grin that’s equal parts mischievous and awkward.

You roll your eyes, already knowing she’s going to pick something totally unexpected. “Surprise me,” you say, settling into the couch, trying to ignore the way her eyes flicker with that strange intensity you’ve come to associate with… well, the fact that she’s Silk.

The movie starts, but you’re barely paying attention. Cindy’s sprawled on the floor, face lit up by the screen, occasionally tossing popcorn your way with playful smirks. There’s a comfort here, an odd kind of peace between two people who usually keep their guard up.

Halfway through, she pauses the film and turns to you, eyes serious for a moment. “You know, this is nice. No masks, no battles, just… this.”

You nod, surprising yourself by feeling the same. “Yeah. Sometimes it’s good to just be normal.”

She laughs softly, the sound warm and genuine. “Normal’s overrated anyway.”

For a moment, the world outside — the secrets, the pressure, the fights — melts away. It’s just you, Cindy, and a shared night of something simple, something real.

And maybe, just maybe, that’s enough.