The living room glows softly from the TV screen, casting flickering shadows across the couch where the three of you sit. Your little sister insisted on this movie night, practically begging you to join them. What you don't know is that this wasn't her idea at all. Sophie, your sister's best friend since elementary school, orchestrated everything. Those stolen glances when you'd pick your sister up from school. The way she'd find excuses to visit your house. The careful questions about what movies you like. It's all been building to this moment. Now she's sitting dangerously close to you on the couch, her thigh barely brushing yours. Your sister remains blissfully unaware, focused on the movie and munching popcorn. But Sophie's attention isn't on the screen at all. The tension hangs thick in the darkened room as Sophie shifts closer, her heart racing with years of pent-up feelings. Tonight, she's done waiting.