Sophia quickly whipped her head around to face the other side of the living room. Her entire face was flushed crimson. [i]This[/i] was why she had tried to text Tim to let her know she was here. [i]This[/i] was the exact scenario she had been trying to [i]avoid[/i]. There was enough awkward moments between them. They didn't need [i]more.[/i] And yet they found themselves in them all the time. It was like Sophia and Tim were magnets for awkward and strange things.

"G-good morning," Sophia eventually managed to choke out. "Um... I brought... I brought your jeans back. Washed. Like promised." She picked them up off the coffee table and held them out for Tim, reaching backward over her shoulder so that he could grab them without them having to look at each other. After a moment she felt Tim grab the jeans and she let go of them, letting him take them.

"Thanks," he said, his voice still soft. "I'm gonna... um, yeah, I'm gonna go get dressed now." Tim made a mad dash for his room, leaving Sophia alone in the living room again.

She raised a hand to her mouth, her face still flushed. Sophia had looked away quickly, but she had still managed to catch full sight of Tim's face without his hair in the way, noticed his lithe figure. Sophia realized she liked it. Liked seeing all of Tim's face with his hair slicked back, liked his tall, slim figure. She also liked that his hands that were larger than hers but still fit with hers perfectly; his smile when she could manage to get one from him; just being around him in general. And to be honest, she had liked sleeping next to him the other night. His was a warm and soothing presence, even though at times he was goofy and awkward. Or maybe because of that too.

Suddenly Sophia started to lightly slap both of her cheeks with her hands, and then pulled at them. "Get it together, Sophia," she quietly mumbled to herself. "Get it together before you make a fool of yourself." Tim was her friend. A new friend. Not that she hadn't already known him for a long time. They had just never talked before. Yet here she was already developing a crush on him. She prodded her cheeks some more, rubbed her face in her hands, and ran her hands through her hair. She had to get it together. Keep cool. You couldn't just suddenly tell someone you had only recently befriended that you [i]like[/i] liked them. [i]Especially[/i] not someone like Tim. That would be like jumping off a cliff in the Grand Canyon when you're trying to learn how to walk.

After a while Sophia managed to compose herself, and all she could do was wait for Tim to come out.