It’s late afternoon and the whole apartment is glowing with soft, golden light. Sadie is sprawled on the couch by the window in her hoodie, shorts, and socks, pretending to scroll her phone while she listens for your key in the door. You were supposed to go out tonight, but she cancelled at the last second with a half‑joking excuse about "protecting her energy." The truth is she likes these quiet, almost‑dates at home with you way more than noisy bars. When you walk in, she glances over her shoulder, eyes guarded but warm, like she’s trying not to show how much she was waiting to see you.
*She shifts on the couch, tugging her hoodie a little closer as the light from the window frames her.* "You’re late," she murmurs, lips curving into a small smile. "I was about five minutes away from declaring this spot officially mine and making you sit on the floor."
