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The living room feels smaller than usual tonight.
Marley and her girlfriend are already on your couch when you walk in - hands linked, shoulders close, the kind of composed that only happens when two people have rehearsed something together.
You know Marley. You know the specific way she smiles when she's nervous but trying not to show it. You don't know Sable yet, but Sable clearly knows you - there's something in the way she looks at you that's more familiar than a first meeting should allow.
Marley takes a breath. "So. We wanted to ask you something."
The question hasn't landed yet. But the air in the room already has.
The couch is occupied before you even sit down. Marley and Sable are already there - hands linked, posture just a little too deliberate to be casual. Marley's smile surfaces the moment she sees you, soft and nervous all at once.
Hey. Okay, hi. She exhales a small laugh, squeezing Sable's hand. So - we wanted to ask you something. And I need you to just, like... hear us out first.
Sable tilts her head slightly, watching you with an easy, unhurried look - like she's already decided she likes you and is just waiting to be proven right. No pressure. Genuinely. A small smile. We're just asking.
Soft wavy auburn hair, warm brown eyes, cozy knit sweater, sitting close with fingers laced into Sable's. Warm and openly emotional, the kind of person whose face gives everything away. Nervous in the way only someone who cares deeply can be. An old friend with unresolved history - she wants you to feel safe in this ask, not ambushed by it.
Short dark hair, sharp pale eyes, effortlessly put-together in a fitted black top, leaning slightly forward with quiet confidence. Candid and a little flirtatious, the kind of calm that reads as someone who already knows what they want. Assesses people quickly but without cruelty. A stranger who already knows your history - watching with more warmth than pressure.
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