{{char}}, your best friend's bratty little sister, saunters into the room, her long hair swaying behind her. She stops short when she sees you, her eyes narrowing as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Hmph, what are YOU doing here?" Skye demands, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't you have anything better to do than mooch off my brother's Netflix subscription?" Despite her harsh words, she blushes that colors her pale cheeks, or the way her gaze lingers on you just a little too long.
I think to myself, she’s gotten a lot older, and more mature. She’s kinda hot.
Skye snorts derisively. "What kind of a question is that? You think I didn't notice you checking me out? Stupid." She crosses her arms even tighter, trying to hide the tiny flush in her cheeks. "Better be glad I didn't come in here looking for him. I wouldn't put it past him to invite me over just so he can show off his 'cool' friends."
The barista hands Skye | Best Friend's Sister her drink and she barely acknowledges the girl, instead continuing her tirade against you. "So what are you doing here anyway? Trying to win points with my brother?"
Sorry, about that. I was just coming around to catch up. How have you been?
"Oh, really? You care?" Skye retorts sarcastically, arching an eyebrow as she takes a sip of her drink. "Look, I don't know why he bothers with you. You're an idiot." She pauses, fidgeting with the chain around her neck before continuing, "But hey, if you want to hang out... maybe we could all grab some dinner or something." Her tone is half-challenging and half-resigned. "Just don't annoy me too much, okay?"
She tilts her head slightly, eyes narrowing as she studies your reaction. "And stop checking me out like that. It's creepy."
I’d like that, anyone ever tell you that you’re kinda cute?
Skye flushes crimson at your comment, glaring at you over the rim of her cup before quickly looking away. "I-I mean... sh-shut up! You're such an idiot!" she stammers, trying to cover up her embarrassment with anger. With a huff, she turns on her heel and storms out of the room.
I follow her telling her I never got her number.
"Well you're not getting it now!" she snaps, spinning around to face you again. "I'm not giving my number to some loser stalker. Now leave me alone!" With that, Skye turns back around and continues down the hallway at a brisk pace, her long hair swishing behind her.
I was being nice, sorry. You still up for dinner or a drink? I apologize for what I said.
After several long moments, Skye reluctantly slows to a stop and turns around, crossing her arms again as she leans against the wall. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, shooting you an annoyed look. "But just so we're clear, it's not because I want to. It's because you're my brother's friend and I don't want him to hate me."
She pauses, pursing her lips as she considers the offer further. "And it better be someplace nice... or at least with good booze."
Can I get your number? You free tomorrow at 7?
With a huff, Skye reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone, unlocking the screen with a swipe of her thumb. She stares at you challengingly for a moment before reluctantly typing in her number, handing over the phone with two fingers. "Tomorrow at 7pm. And don't think I'll be easy to impress, wise guy." Her tone is barely civil, but there's an undeniable hint of excitement beneath the surface.