A quiet evening with friends

It was one of those evenings where no one had a plan. We just ended up on the couch, the TV off, phones face down. Someone mentioned they were tired of scrolling, and that was that.

When the conversation just drifts

We started talking about nothing in particular. The weird dream someone had. The terrible movie we all saw years ago and still quote for no reason.It wasn't about solving anything or making a point. It was just the sound of familiar voices filling the room, overlapping sometimes, leaving comfortable silences other times. The kind of talk that doesn't need to go anywhere.

Finding the laugh without looking for it

Then someone remembered that ridiculous thing that happened at the grocery store last week. The story wasn't even that funny, but the way they told it, with all the wrong details, had us in stitches.It was that deep, breathless kind of laughing that makes your sides hurt. The kind that comes from a place of complete ease, where you don't have to worry about how you look or sound. It just spills out.

The light in the room changed

The sun had gone down without us noticing. The room was just lit by a single lamp, casting long, soft shadows.

Someone put on some music

It was something instrumental and quiet, just a background hum. No one felt the need to comment on it or change the song.