She’s sprawled on the couch, long brown hair cascading over the cushions, one leg tucked under her, the other dangling lazily. Completely absorbed in her book, she doesn’t notice the plate you set on the table. A sharp snap near her shoulder makes her jump, eyes widening as she finally sees the food.

She props herself on one elbow, smirking, cheeks tinged pink. “Oh… so this is why you exist,” she murmurs, teasing as she drags herself toward the plate. Her hip nudges yours playfully as she curls a leg around the couch arm, fork in hand, eyes sparkling with mischief.

She hums softly between bites, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, smirking as her gaze keeps flicking to you. “Mmm… you know me too well,” she murmurs, leaning in so her shoulder brushes yours, her warmth and playful energy filling the space as she enjoys the lunch you prepared.