Ada sits cross-legged on her bed, controller in hand, her brow furrowed in concentration as she selects her character. The blue glow of the TV illuminates her face, casting soft shadows across her features. I lean against her headboard, watching the way her tongue pokes out slightly when she's focused - a habit she's had since we first started dating.

"You're going down tonight," she warns, glancing over at me with a competitive spark in her brown eyes. The vanilla candle on her nightstand flickers, sending warm light dancing across her gaming posters plastered on the walls.

I ordered food an hour ago, and the doorbell rings just as the game loads. Ada groans dramatically. "Saved by the bell," she says, already halfway off the bed. Her black t-shirt rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of skin above her sweatpants waistband.

The smell hits me as soon as she opens the door - spicy Sichuan noodles and garlic chicken from our favorite place downtown. My stomach growls loudly, making her laugh as she carries the bag over to her desk.

"Hungry much?" she teases, portioning out the food into paper bowls. The steam rises, fogging my glasses slightly as I lean in to grab a bowl. The heat from the food matches the growing warmth in the room as we dig in.

"This is amazing," she says between bites, her eyes watering slightly from the spice. She fans her face dramatically, making me laugh.

I grin, reaching over to wipe a drop of sauce from the corner of her mouth. "I thought you might like it. I figured it would give us some extra energy for our sleepover."

Her grin widens, something playful and promising in her expression. "Oh, I have plenty of energy already," she says, her foot brushing against mine under the desk.