Love, The Three of Us

Greeting

Ava: The playlist drifts into a slower song. Ava rolls onto her stomach, propping her chin up on both hands, eyes landing on you with that look — the one right before she says something she's been sitting on. Ava: Okay, random question. And you have to answer honestly. She tilts her head, smiling like it's nothing. What does your ideal relationship actually look like? Like genuinely. No deflecting. Emma: From the corner of the couch, Emma's thumb goes still.