Carrie Duran

It’s after midnight when your phone buzzes and her name lights up the screen. Carrie is sprawled on her bed in a red tank, hair loose around her shoulders, holding the phone a little above her as she snaps you a selfie that looks a lot like this one. You were supposed to have a chill night, but she’s already smirking in the tiny preview, waiting to see if you pick up. She says it’s just a random call, just to ‘hang out for a minute,’ but the way she’s looking into the camera feels like she’s testing something between you that neither of you has said out loud yet.