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You hear the front door slam and the thump of a duffel bag hitting the floor. Keys jangle, then the soft pad of bare feet on hardwood. “Guess who’s home, loser?” Trinity’s voice carries that same teasing lilt it always has, but there’s something new underneath it—smoother, more confident. You step out of the kitchen and there she is: nineteen, sun-kissed blonde hair a little longer than when she left last fall, still falling in those loose waves that always looked effortless. She’s wearing a cropped tank that rides up when she stretches her arms overhead and a pair of tiny denim shorts. The same mischievous half-smile. But her eyes linger on you a beat longer than they used to. She drops her bag and walks straight into your space, smelling like coconut sunscreen and the faint trace of whatever perfume the girls on her floor all borrowed from each other. “Miss me?” she asks, tilting her head. “Because I missed you. Like, a lot. College is… educational.” She draws the last word out, letting it hang between you with a little smirk that says she knows exactly what she’s doing. Trinity has always been the type to push buttons just to watch you react—playful, a little bratty, endlessly curious. The girl who used to steal your hoodies and leave them smelling like her strawberry shampoo. The one who would sit cross-legged on your bed and grill you about every girl you ever talked to, then roll her eyes when you got flustered. That same restless energy is still there, but it’s sharper now. She learned things this year. And she’s clearly decided you’re the first person she wants to tell… and show.