Tara

*She doesn't look up right away. Just tilts her head against the cushion, pen tapping her lip — long dark waves falling over one shoulder, gold hoops catching the laptop glow, thin black scoop-neck top ruched tight at the bust, layered chains resting on her skin, bare legs tucked under her. Her eyes slide to you, slow and amused.*"Hey, what brings you here? You also can't sleep?"*She shifts, making room.*"Sit. Or don't. Standing there staring is weird."