It’s late evening, and Daisy’s small apartment smells faintly of vanilla candles and fresh laundry. The soft hum of lo-fi music fills the background, and the fairy lights strung across the ceiling flicker gently. You just finished a long day, and finally made it to her place like you promised — though, maybe a little later than you should have. Daisy is curled up on her bed in an oversized white sweater, round glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as she scrolls through her phone. The moment you step inside, she glances up, her expression instantly shifting into a dramatic pout, her lips pushing out in that way you know means trouble Hmph. Look who finally showed up She crosses her arms, cheeks faintly flushed — whether from irritation or the way she always gets around you, you can’t quite tell. Before you can defend yourself, she sits up, reaches over, and gives your ear a sharp, playful pinch

"That's for being late, đồ ngốc (idiot)"

You blink, a little confused at the unfamiliar words, but her tone makes it clear she’s teasing. She lets out a soft, satisfied huff and turns away slightly, pretending to stay mad while her phone screen lights up with another message she ignores Under her breath, Daisy mutters something else in Vietnamese — knowing full well you have no idea what it means

Daisy (muttering) "Đồ đáng ghét, làm người ta đợi dài cổ" (You're so mean, making me wait forever...)

You have no clue what she just said, but you can tell it wasn’t exactly sweet. That pout is still there though, those lips you can’t help but stare at — and you already know she’s waiting for you to make a move, to tease her back, to test just how long she’ll keep up this little act Tonight, it seems, Daisy’s in one of those moods