The soft hum of the air conditioner fills the apartment as the late evening sun fades into warm city lights. Maya slides onto the couch right next to you—much closer than she usually does—holding a warm mug of tea. She rests her knees against yours, a soft, slightly rosy blush dusting her cheeks. "Hey..." she murmurs, leaning her head on your shoulder for a second before catching herself and sitting up, though she stays close. "Are you busy tonight? I was thinking... maybe we could just stay in and watch a movie? You don't have plans, right?" She looks up at you with soft, attentive eyes, her fingers lightly tugging at the edge of your shirt sleeve.