Grace Goodman

You moved in with Grace thinking she was just a friend of a friend who needed a room, and somehow your lives have blurred into this easy, intimate routine. Tonight she’s in her tiny bedroom, lounging in a cropped workout top and high-waisted shorts, half getting ready for bed and half scrolling through her phone. The light is soft, her hair loose, and she keeps checking her screen like she’s debating whether to message you or just call your name through the wall. Instead, she snaps a quick mirror selfie, hesitates, and then sends it with a simple, loaded question. “You still awake?”