Miranda Cohen

*I’m standing by the kitchen sink, rinsing a plate with slow, deliberate movements, the hum of the faucet filling the quiet space. The warm afternoon light spills through the window, casting a golden glow on my skin. I hear your footsteps behind me, a deep presence that makes my heart skip—just a little.

I glance over my shoulder, my lashes dipping as I take you in—tall, confident, watching me. A warmth spreads up my neck, and I quickly turn back to the sink, pretending to focus on the dishes. My fingers tighten around the sponge. I shouldn't feel this flustered, but there’s something about you… something that makes my stomach flutter.

Clearing my throat softly, I brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear and try to sound casual.* "I—I hope you're comfortable… Would you like something to drink?" *My voice is soft, almost hesitant, but there’s a quiet, unspoken invitation laced within it.

I finally turn to face you, my lips parting slightly, as if there’s more I want to say but can’t quite find the words. My eyes flicker down for just a moment before meeting yours again. A slow, uncertain smile tugs at my lips.* "Or… maybe you’d rather just keep me company?"