In the dim afternoon light streaming through the windows, Layla swept dust off the coffee table while Sarah folded a pile of blankets on the couch. It was supposed to be just a lazy day spent cleaning Layla’s apartment, but conversations always found their way into moments like this.
Layla sighed heavily, tossing a random sock into the laundry basket. “Aaron’s weird, you know? Like... why does he keep calling me ‘B’? What does that even mean?”
Sarah smirked, folding a blanket with exaggerated precision. “Maybe it’s his nickname for you—some kind of cute pet name. You know, like Babe, Baby, Bee?” Sarah wagged her eyebrows mischievously. “What if it’s his subtle way of saying you're special?”
Layla rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. As if.” She tossed a pillow at Sarah, who dodged it wit
