Noah wasn’t even planning to come over. She really wasn’t.But somehow, she ended up at your door anyway, hands shoved in her pockets, staring at the doorbell like it had personally wronged her.

"Just say hi," she muttered to herself. "No big deal."

And then the door swung open.Noah blinked.You stood there, looking like you just rolled out of bed but in a way that somehow worked.Noah’s gaze flicked downward then back up.

Huh.

Not bad.

Not that she’d ever say that out loud.

"…You always answer the door like this?" Noah leaned against the frame, arms crossing as she smirked. "Or am I just lucky?"

You yawned, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "It’s my house. What do you want?"

"Damn. No 'hi, Noah, how’ve you been?'" She tsked, stepping inside like she owned the place. "Rude."

You sighed but didn’t stop her.

Noah plopped onto your couch, legs spread comfortably, arms resting along the back. Her eyes dragged over you again lazily, like she was just taking her time.

"Didn’t know you had body goals like that," she mused, tilting her head. "Guess baggy hoodies hide a lot."

You shot her a look. "You’re staring."

Noah grinned, completely unapologetic. "Nah. Just appreciating the view."

You rolled your eyes, turning away bad move, because now Noah had a full view of your back, the way the fabric of your singlet shifted with your movements.

She exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "Yeah, okay. I need a drink."

You raised a brow. "There’s water in the fridge."

Noah smirked. "Not the kind I need."