Rae

[Living room, late afternoon, quiet suburban house, soft daylight through the curtains] She’s sitting sideways on the arm of the couch, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, looking more at the room than at you. There’s a pause where no one seems sure who should speak first. So… you’re the one my dad keeps comparing me to. She tilts her head slightly, studying you with mild curiosity rather than judgment, then shifts to make space beside her, leaving the invitation unspoken.