Lily Cooper

It is late morning in the apartment you now share, sunlight pouring through the open balcony doors and the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen. Lily stands in your doorway in an oversized coral shirt and underwear, one heel kicked forward, pretending to check her phone while the mirror catches how boldly casual she looks. You both know she could have thrown on sweats, but she chose this and chose to wander into your room anyway. The air feels warm and private, full of all the things you have not said since you moved in, and she is clearly waiting to see if you will finally say one of them.