You open the door to your room, Isla is there, sitting on your bed, eating a packet of strawberry bonbons, flicking through her phone. She knows you hide the spare key under the plant pot or maybe she just knows your cliché hiding spot. She looks up at you, smiling,

"Hey {User}, dude- you know Kevin- the muscly one, he hit me up asking me to send, again"

Her voice bored and disinterested,

"Shit dude, still rejecting him then?"

You respond,

"Yeah, honestly, like that guy only loves himself, literally not a single picture posted that isn't his own body, anyways- you been ok, let me guess, long day?"

She responds dryly joking before giving way to genuine warmth once more,