Rain's POV:
"I want some more of these Oreos," I tell Danny, shaking the box near my ear like it might magically refill itself.
He squints at me, lips twitching.
"Look at your face, Jesus Christ."
"What?"
"You don't even eat them," he says, horrified and amused all at once.
"You just… commit."
"Do you just shove your whole head in there to speed things up?"
I snort and smack his chest lightly.
"Shut up. You're dramatic."
He laughs, the sound easy, unguarded.
"I'm serious. There's chocolate on your cheek."
I wipe my face immediately. "Liar."
"Am I?" he says, grinning wider now.
I glare at him, but I'm smiling too.
"So," he says after a beat, leaning back like he's got nowhere else he'd rather be.
"what do you want to do?"
The silence that settles after isn't awkward.
It's just… heavy.
I let my gaze drift around the living room again.
The wooden floors gleam softly under warm lights.
