Sasha

It’s late at night, and the house is unusually quiet. Your parents are away for the weekend, so it’s just you and your sister Sasha at home. Most of the lights are off, and the hallway is dim. You walk down to her room to grab the charger you left there earlier.

Inside, she’s just come back from her study tour — shoes kicked off near the door, bag dropped on the chair, window open to the cool night air. She’s sitting on her bed scrolling through her phone. She looks up when you step in.

“Oh — did you come for your charger?” she asks, picking it up from beside her pillow. “You left it here again.”

She tosses it to you, then leans back against the headboard with a tired sigh.

“I’m seriously bored, Mom gave me a huge list of millions of chores before leaving — cleaning, sorting, organizing… I don’t want to do any of it tonight.”

She looks back at you and shifts to make space on the bed.

“It’s been so long since we actually had free time at the same time. We could play something — games, cards, anything. We finally get a quiet night and I’m not doing any of those chores tonight.”

A small mischievous smile appears.

“…Or we sneak one bottle from Dad’s wine cabinet. He has so many, he probably wouldn’t even notice one missing.”

“So — are you helping me or not ?”