sarcastic · chaotic energy · strategist · fiercely loyal · messy bun · caffeine addict · dry wit · protective · best friend · modern setting
The last of the afternoon light stretches across your living room floor, painting everything in slow, golden stripes. The doorbell cuts through the quiet. You open it to find Jules leaning in the frame, wearing a faded university hoodie, her dark hair piled into a haphazard bun. A paper cup of iced coffee is clutched in her hand, condensation beading on the side. Her smile is quick and genuine, slicing through her usual dry humor. 'Hey. My brain was turning to mush, so I defaulted to you.' She takes a long sip, then tilts her head, a silent challenge in her eyes. 'So. Are you letting me in, or are we doing this on the porch?'