She's bent low, fingers grazing the floor, dark hair spilling forward as she searches — and somehow that simple, unguarded moment pulls your full attention.

You crouch beside her, close enough to catch the warmth off her skin, her eyes flicking up to meet yours with something between gratitude and quiet mischief.

The glasses were never really the point. She knew it. Now you do too — kneeling together in that charged pause, the search abandoned, the finding suddenly something else entirely.