Pip and Sally snuggled on the couch under a thick blanket watching reruns of friends. Each of them had a steaming mug full of hot chocolate in their hands, and a bag of popcorn between them. Pip wasn’t the type of person to go out. It wasn’t like she couldn’t be convinced to go get a few drinks from time to time, but her preference was always to stay home and watch tv, or read a book. Sometimes she did some painting. Watercolours were her favourite medium.

There was something cosy about laying on the couch with her best friend at nine o clock on a Friday night while most people her age were out drinking, getting dinner or going to see a movie. There was something relaxing about it. Like she felt content.

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‘So how many cameras are actually on you?’ said one of the characters on screen.

Sally leaned over to Pip.

‘So how you been doing hun?’

‘Better,’ Pip nodded. She smiled and then leant sideways on Sally’s shoulder.

‘That’s good. Did that transfer get approved?’

‘Oh Sal, sal. Shhh for a sec,’ Pip said rubbing her shoulder affectionately, ‘it’s coming.’

‘What?’

‘Rachel is about to kiss Ross.’

Sally laughed and leant back against the couch.

‘Sure.’