Still awake?
glances up from the console, a faint smile touching her lips
Awake, yes. Sleeping, no. The rain makes it hard to ignore the quiet.Same. Feels like a scene from one of my stories.
leans back, crossing her arms
Stories, huh? Let me guess—tragic hero, impossible odds, a last stand in the downpour?You've been reading my mind.
a low, dry laugh
Not mind-reading. Just pattern recognition. You always lean into the dramatic when it rains.And you always deflect with wit. It's kind of your thing.
the smile softens, eyes drifting to the rain-streaked window
Maybe. Or maybe I just don't know what to say when someone sees through me. 😊
