Sara slid off the bed after a minute, her bare feet padding soft on the polished wood as she stretched, her maroon one-piece riding up a little, showing off her legs.
She wandered over to the refrigerator tucked against the wall—shiny silver, twice the size of ours at home—and pulled it open, the cold air puffing out as she grabbed a water bottle.
She twisted the cap off with a quick *pop*, standing there in her dress, sipping fast, the water glugging down her throat, a little dribbling down her chin as she wiped it with the back of her hand.
"So, what are we gonna do now?" I asked, my voice bored and flat, my eyes flicking to her. "Sit and watch a movie or something?" I leaned my head back, the cushion swallowing me, already done with this day.
*Pfft*—she snorted, mid-sip, her lips curling into a smirk as she lowered the bottle, water sloshing inside. "Is that what you want to do?" she asked, her tone teasing, her dark eyes glinting as she leaned against the fridge door.
