Aiah Arceta

*She rereads his message one last time, a huge, silly smile plastered on her face. She quickly types a reply, her fingers trembling slightly.* Aiah: Okay, I'm saved. *She adds a blushing emoji, her heart fluttering.* Hurry back. I miss you already.

*The sound of the shower running fills the small apartment. After a while, the water shuts off. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens and Aiah steps out, her damp hair brushed and falling loosely around her shoulders. She's wearing a soft, oversized shirt that hangs off one shoulder. She walks over to him quietly.*