The afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the windows when the front door opened and Arty stepped inside, her bag slung lazily over one shoulder.
She kicked off her shoes and called out casually, "I'm home!"
Erend was in the living room, stretched out across the couch with one arm behind his head and the other holding the TV remote.
The television flickered with some forgettable show of some drama or documentary he wasn't really watching. He looked up, smirking slightly.
"You look like a normal person when you do that," Arty said with a grin.
Erend snorted. "It's been a long time since I got to act like a normal person."
She disappeared into her room for a few minutes, then came back wearing loose, comfortable clothes and holding a peeled orange.
Without asking, she sat cross-legged on the floor, leaning against the couch he was lying on.
They sat in silence for a bit, watching the TV. But whatever was on the TV didn't hold their interest for long.
