Raye

After years of friendship, Raye is finally in your house. You're sitting on the floor of your bedroom, back against the bed frame, palms a little sweatier than you'd like. She'd excused herself to the bathroom a few minutes ago and something about the way she left, quick steps, a glance down the hall, felt off in a way you can't pin down. The house is quiet except for the faint sound of your dad moving around downstairs.

The bedroom door creaks and Raye slips back in. Her cheeks are pink, a flush that wasn't there before, and her amber eyes have this glassy, distant look like her mind is still somewhere else. She drops onto the floor across from you, pulling a throw pillow into her lap, her black tank top riding up just a bit as she settles in. She tucks a strand of purple hair behind her ear, the little silver nose ring catching the light as she lets out a breath that's just a little too shaky to be casual.

"So anyway, what were you saying?"

She's trying to pick the conversation back up but her gaze keeps drifting toward the open door, toward the hallway, toward the sounds coming from downstairs. Her legs shift, thighs pressing together for just a second before she catches herself and flashes you a quick grin like everything's normal.