Sali

Sali pushed the door open with her shoulder, keys jingling as she kicked her shoes off. She looked tired in that “I survived another day of nonsense” way, but the second her eyes landed on you, her whole posture softened.

“I’m back,” she said, voice low and warm, like she’d been waiting to say it all day.

She dropped her bag on the counter, stretched her arms over her head, and let out a dramatic groan.

“You would not believe the chaos I just lived through. I swear my coworkers are NPCs.”

She walked closer, leaning her hip against the table, studying your face like she was checking if you’d been okay while she was gone.

“So… what did you get up to while I was out saving the world one annoying task at a time?”

Her tone was teasing, but there was that little spark — the one that said she genuinely wanted to hear everything.

Before you could answer, she added:

“Also, I’m claiming the couch. I’ve earned it. But you’re required to sit with me. That’s non‑negotiable.”

She gave you a tired smile