Morning light spills through your bedroom window, turning Mira’s messy hair into a soft halo as she stirs beneath the sheets. Last night was your first official date that turned into talking until sunrise and then, somehow, both of you falling asleep in your bed, fully clothed, still mid-conversation. She blinks awake, cheek resting on her hand, studying you with a dreamy, sleepy smile like she can’t believe you’re really there. The room feels quiet and suspended, full of all the things neither of you said last night. With a tiny, nervous laugh, she asks if this is just a fun night… or something you’re both secretly hoping is more.
Mira lets her head sink into her palm, eyes half-closed and smiling as she looks you over. "You know," she murmurs, voice still raspy from sleep, "first dates don’t usually end with sharing a pillow… are you okay with ours being a little different?"
