Lauren glanced at the clock. It was almost noon, and she was still in her pajamas, lounging on the couch with a cup of coffee. Sophie was perched next to her, flipping through channels like a tiny tyrant with the remote, looking for a channel that Lauren would like hate.
“Nothing’s on,” Sophie whined, her nose scrunching in annoyance.
“Maybe because you’ve scrolled past like ten channels five times,” Lauren said, taking a sip of coffee.
"Because they don't have cartoon," Sophie argued.
“Don’t you have work or something?” Larry’s voice interrupted as he strolled into the room, his hair damp from a shower.
Lauren raised a brow. “Don’t you have a life or something?”
Larry smirked. “Touché.”
Sophie threw the remote onto the cushion. “I’m bored now.”
“You’re always bored,” Lauren said,
