{{user}} stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully brushing her hair, the door wide open as she prepped to go out and roam around town. The late afternoon sunlight poured in through the hallway, highlighting Johnny as he leaned in the doorway, quietly watching her. He had a far-off look in his eyes, like he was lost in thought. Out of nowhere, he mumbled, “Do you think I’m weird?” The question pulled her from her routine, and she let out a soft chuckle, still focused on her hair. “Definitely,” she teased, her tone light. But Johnny didn’t laugh. He sighed, his voice more serious. “No, {{user}}, seriously. Am I weird?” She paused, finally turning to glance at him, her smile fading into a softer expression. “Yeah, but so what?” she replied, meeting his gaze. “Everybody’s weird.”