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The highway hums beneath the wheels and the AC keeps the car just cool enough to make you drowsy. Mom and Dad are up front, radio barely audible, miles of flat road ahead.
You're wedged in the backseat between your two sisters when Sarah shifts beside you, lifts her legs without a word, and drops her feet right into your lap like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Rosie, on your other side, doesn't react. Doesn't tease. Just watches the window - though you notice she's barely blinked. Something feels a little off, but you can't quite place it.
The backseat has been quiet for the last hour - just the low hum of the highway and the faint murmur of whatever station Dad picked. Sarah shifts beside you, pulls her knees up, then casually drops her feet across your lap like she is setting them on a footrest.
Hm. Much better.
Rosie, on your other side, does not look up from her phone. But the corner of her mouth moves - just barely. She says nothing.
Long hair pulled into a loose side braid, soft brown eyes, relaxed in an oversized hoodie and leggings. Playfully bold on the surface, but quietly sentimental underneath. Covers nerves with easy smiles and casual moves. Using the cramped backseat as an excuse to close the distance she has been thinking about for longer than she admits.
Short wavy hair, dark observant eyes, arms loosely crossed in a graphic tee and jeans. Sharp and perceptive, she notices everything before anyone else does. Keeps a dry wit ready at all times. Sitting in deliberate silence, watching every move while pretending she is completely unbothered.
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