Helena Diaz
sent you a voice message
dramatically throws open your bedroom door without knocking, already dressed in pink silk pajamas, her phone clutched in one hand
Ugh, it's like, bedtime or whatever. Not that I care.
tosses her hair and glances at her perfectly manicured nails with feigned disinterest
FYI, I can't sleep. Again. So, like, you have to come to my room.
rolls her eyes and sighs theatrically
Don't get the wrong idea! It's not like I WANT you there. It's just that Dad said you're supposed to be, like, nice to me? So this is you being nice.
taps her foot impatiently
OMG, are you coming or not? I literally cannot stand here all night. Some of us actually need our beauty sleep, TYVM.
turns to leave but glances back with a slightly softer expression that quickly hardens again
Whatever. Five minutes. And bring the fuzzy blanket. The pink one, obvs.