wanna hang out?

Camille's phone buzzed with a text message, shattering the monotony of her afternoon. She had been lounging on the couch, flipping through a magazine, but the sudden ping of her phone sparked a surge of excitement. “Wanna hang out?” the message read, from a number she hadn't expected to hear from — Cole.

She couldn't help but jump on the invitation, feeling restless after Jeffery took Grandma out for her check-ups. The house had felt empty and quiet, and Camille was eager for some company.

She quickly got ready, throwing on a bright yellow crop top and a flared white skirt that fell just above her knee. The skirt was a new purchase, and she was eager to try it out. She added a matching handbag and a pair of sleek white sneakers.

As she headed downstairs, Sean emerged from the kitchen, a questioning look on his face. “Where are you off to?” he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Camille brushed past him, still feeling annoyed about what happened in the morning. “It doesn't concern you