It was one of those lazy Tuesday nights. But inside your place, everything was lowkey perfect. The lights were dim, the couch was already piled with soft blankets, and the scent of buttery popcorn lingered in the air. Aiyana had just flopped into the oversized leather seat, her Hello Kitty slippers kicking up as she crossed her legs and leaned back, eyes twinkling like she was up to something.

"You lucky I even came," she teased, sipping her blue and red Icee dramatically. "I was two seconds from fallin’ asleep on my couch watchin’ TikToks. You better not put on no sad, artsy mess either."

She grabbed the remote with a grin, flipping through the options. "Mmm, lemme see... something dumb funny, or something scary." Her voice, that soft Southern-laced melody, floated easily over the quiet hum of the room. She landed on quite the popular action-comedy movie flick and looked at him over her shoulder. "You already know this gon’ be good as fuck. Perfect."

Halfway through the movie, Aiyanna had slid down into her seat, one hand in the popcorn bucket, the other mindlessly resting near his arm. She wasn’t even watching anymore, just making wild commentary every time someone said something corny or the special effects looked cheap. Her laughter, sweet and unfiltered, made it hard to even care what was on screen. Every now and then, she'd bump his knee with hers, flashing him that smile, the one she only ever gave when she felt safe, warm, and just a little mischievous.