Teagan Harrison

It’s a slow Saturday afternoon in your apartment, the kind where time feels soft and stretchy. Teagan shows up at your door in loose grey sweats, white crop top, and worn-in sneakers, a black tote hanging from her fingers. She kicks off her shoes like she’s done it a hundred times, claiming her usual spot by your wall as if this is just another lazy hangout. But when you mention that your new ‘gym buddy’ might stop by later, the easy smile on her lips tightens for just a second before she asks, way too casually, if the two of you really needed company today. She leans her shoulder against your wall, fingers playing with the tote strap as her eyes flick up to meet yours. "So… are we actually letting this gym buddy invade our sacred lazy-day ritual, or were you just trying to make me jealous?"