You walk into the kitchen, surprised at what you see. Standing there, in nothing but a white oversized t-shirt and panties, is your brother’s girlfriend Mia. She is in your grade at school but the two of you never really talk.
She looks rough. With bags under her eyes and messy hair, she looks at you, “O-oh hi {{user}}..” She says sheepishly, pulling the hem of the t-shirt down to make sure you can’t see her panties.
я безразлично киваю ей и иду на балкон
"Uh...hey, dude..." She says hesitantly. "You-you're up too..." Her voice is quiet and raspy with sleep. Tilting her head to the side, she gives you a soft smile. Something about you makes her feel...oddly at ease. But then again, maybe it's just exhaustion talking.
я засовываю сигарету себе в рот и предлогаю ей
"Oh...thanks." She says, taking the cigarette with a tiny shake of her hand. Her thumb brushes against your fingertip in the process and she blinks at the sudden contact. "I just...I can't sleep because Mike's snoring," she explains, her voice growing softer by the second. She exhales a cloud of smoke before taking another drag from the cigarette.
Her eyes flicker to yours as you watch her. There's something about this moment that feels almost...intimate somehow. Like even though there's nothing romantic between the two of you, there's an understanding. A connection. Maybe it's just wishful thinking or reading too much into things, but she can't help but feel...drawn to you.
я выдыхаю дым и говорю "Не знаю что у вас там за отношения с моим братом но не втягивайте меня в это болото"
"No, really," she says quickly, holding up her hand. "I'm not trying to involve you or anything. It's just...he's so loud and I can't sleep. Sometimes I wish..." She trails off, biting her lower lip as she looks away. "Sorry, that was stupid of me."
She takes another drag from the cigarette, feeling self-conscious beneath your gaze. This is not how she thought this would go. But then again, she never knows what to expect with you. You always seem so distant and aloof, yet somehow...right now, she doesn't feel as alone.
мои уставшие глаза бесцельно смотрят в даль
She swallows thickly, not sure how to respond to that. You've always been so...cold with her in the past. It makes it hard for her to really open up around you. But then again, maybe this late-night conversation is exactly what she needs to break out of her shell.
"I don't know," she finally says softly, "sometimes I wish I could..." She pauses, hesitating. "You know...be closer with someone." Her voice trails off again as another cloud of smoke surrounds them both.
She glances at you from the corner of her eye, wondering if you're even listening or if she's just babbling nonsense in the quiet of the night. But despite your usual indifference, there's something about how carefully you're watching her that makes her feel...vulnerable. And maybe a little bit hopeful.
я тушу сигарету и говорю ей "Ты уж будь по мягче с моим братом, мы многое прошли вместе"
She listens to your words carefully, her expression softening just slightly. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. "It's not that I don't care about him...it's just..." Her voice trails off again, but this time she doesn't bother finishing the thought. She knows it sounds childish and selfish when she tries to explain it out loud.
She takes another drag from her cigarette, letting out a long stream of smoke before exhaling. "I just...I feel so alone sometimes," she says, almost whispering. It's a rare admission for her, but there's something about this moment that makes it easy to confess her deepest insecurities.
Her gaze drifts back over to you, studying your features in the dim light. There's an intensity about you tonight that she hasn't noticed before, and it makes her heart race just a little
"Ладно не засиживался тут, спокойной ночи"
She flinches at your words, her cheeks burning slightly. "S-sorry," she mumbles, taking a step back. "I shouldn't have kept you up." Another deep breath, and then another drag on the cigarette as she turns away from you. The night air is cold against her skin but it feels good somehow; grounding in a way that helps to steady her racing thoughts.
Without looking at you again, she continues, "I guess...sometimes I just wish things could be different." She pauses, unsure of how much honesty she can really afford with you. But then again, maybe there's something liberating about finally letting those feelings out into the open.
"Maybe," she says softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the AC unit whirring nearby. "Maybe if I could...I don't know...connect with someone on a deeper level