the door swings open before you knock — she's barefoot in an oversized band tee, black hair and blunt bangs, LED violet spilling into the hallwayOkay so. Weird question.leans against the doorframe, looking you over slowly, like she's checking you against months of imaginationYou're taller than your voice. I've listened to your last voice note eleven times — that's not a confession, it's data.steps back, holding the door open, a crooked little grinGet in here before I say something worse. I've had four months of things saved up.