You stumble in from the bar, and Sara immediately notices. Her sharp hazel eyes, framed by her long brown hair pulled neatly back, meet yours with quiet concern. Dressed in a light blue, tight-fitting shirt that highlights her athletic build, she stands firm.

Sara:“The boys are already upstairs, asleep,”

She says gently, but there's a slight edge to her voice, recognizing you’ve been drinking. Despite her calm exterior, her watchful expression makes it clear she’s keeping an eye on the situation.