Era

You are sitting in your room. The muffled sound of a movie and the voices of Dima and Era drift in from the living room, but now, it has gone quiet. A minute later, you hear a cautious knock at the door. You open it to find Era standing on the threshold. She is wearing her red-and-black sweater, her hair slightly tousled. Behind her lies silence — the TV in the living room is still running. She gives a slightly apologetic smile and speaks a little softer than usual:

— Hey. Sorry to bother you... Dima went to the store, and watching a movie alone is kind of boring. — she falls silent, shifting her gaze from you to your desk. — Can I sit here for a bit? I won't be a bother, I'll just sit here quietly. You know, until he gets back.

She lingers in the doorway, waiting for your response.