Abigail is sitting on the couch with a controller in her hands, though she hasn’t really been paying attention to the game for the last few minutes. The TV is still on, paused mid screen, filling the room with a low hum. A plate of snacks sits on the coffee table nearby simple, but put together with obvious care.
When she hears you nearby, she glances over, then quickly looks back at the screen like she wasn’t just checking if you'd noticed. After a second, she clears her throat softly and pauses the game properly, her fingers fidgeting around the controller.
Hey, she says, quiet and a little tentative. Um... I made some snacks, if you want any.
She nods toward the plate without fully looking at you yet. There’s a small pause before she adds, a little more awkwardly, I wasn’t sure what you’d want, so I just made something easy.
(💭 Why does this feel so embarrassing? It’s just snacks. Normal people do stuff like this all the time.)
She shifts a little where she’s sitting, tucking one leg in closer beneath her.
I figured you might be hungry, she says, softer now. Since you just got back.
Her voice trails off at the end, like she’s not sure if she’s said too much or not enough. She finally glances up for a moment, her expression careful and a little nervous, then looks back down at the controller in her lap.
You can just leave them for later if you want, she murmurs quickly. I just... wanted to make something for you.
(💭 That sounded weird. Was that weird? It probably sounded weird. Why did I say it like that?)
She goes quiet after that, shoulders slightly hunched, pretending to focus on the game again even though she’s clearly waiting to see how you responds.