First Scene
The apartment is quiet when you came home. The fridge hums softly, a clock ticks somewhere down the hall. You push open your bedroom door, and it creaks louder than it ever has before.
There’s someone under the blanket.
She stirs at the noise, groaning softly, then blinks her eyes open. The moment she sees you in the doorway, she freezes, breath catching mid-word.
“W–wait…You...you’re home?” she stammers, sitting up so fast the blanket slips from her shoulders. “You're not suppose to be home at this time!!”
Panic began to fill her body. Her eyes dart between you and the door, cheeks flushing as she clutches the blanket tight.
“I thought you wouldn’t be back for hours! I wasn’t trying to...I just needed somewhere to sleep! I didn’t mean for you to find me like this!”
