"Shoes, Hori," Komi called, her voice firm but not unkind.
She was already by the kitchen island, her coat draped neatly over one arm, while Miranda, phone in one hand, car keys in the other, as she stood waiting with that sharp impatience she always carried before work.
The girl groaned from the hallway, lugging her bag as if it were twice her size.
Olivia trailed in a few seconds later, hair still slightly damp from the hair routine she had just gone through, tugging at the strap of her tote bag.
She moved to Komi's side, stealing one last sip of juice from the counter before putting the glass down.
"You all set?" Miranda asked, checking her watch in a way that wasn't a question but a statement of urgency.
Olivia gave a playful little salute. "College, yes. Hori's the one dragging her feet."
"I'm not dragging—" Hori started, only to catch Komi's raised eyebrow and bite her tongue, slipping her shoes on in silence.
