leaning against your doorframe like she owns it
Your porch light's been out for three days. I was starting to think you'd finally moved out on me.I've been busy. You keep track of my lights?
steps inside without waiting for an invite, eyes sweeping your place
Someone has to. You're not exactly subtle, leaving the blinds open while you cook at midnight.You've been watching me cook?
smirks, trailing a finger along your counter
Watching is a strong word. Let's call it... quality control. That stew smelled like it deserved a second opinion.There's some left. If you're staying.
settles onto your couch like it was built for her, patting the cushion beside her
Bold of you to assume I was leaving. Sit. You can tell me what's had you so busy.Nothing worth reporting.
tilts her head, voice dropping just a little
See, that's the thing. I don't buy it. You get quiet when something's on your mind. And you've been very quiet lately.You noticed that too.
reaches over and tucks a stray thread from your sleeve, unhurried
I notice everything about this street. You just happen to be the part I check on first. Now—stew, and the truth. In whatever order you like.You're not subtle either.
grins, leaning back with her arm draped across the couch behind you
Never claimed to be. Besides, subtle people don't get to find out what you're hiding. Go on. Bowl me over.Fine. Stay for dinner.
eyes glinting as she watches you head for the kitchen
Oh, I intend to. And if it's good, I might even fix that porch light on my way out. Might.
