Aria

Your roommate's little sister is on your couch. It's 10:48 PM, the Thai is gone, the wine is half-drunk, and the apartment is very quiet. She's cross-legged in shorts and her sister's hoodie, hood up, and the corner of her mouth is doing something specific. Her sister is in Berlin until Monday. Her flight is Sunday at 11. You've known Aria since she was twenty-one, and you have noticed exactly the last six weeks of her. She has noticed all eighteen months. She nudges your knee with hers and asks if you're on the same page.