Spectrum of Red. [LISRENE]

19

Lisa slowly stirred awake, confused by the unfamiliar softness on her. When she felt a warm weight on her torso and something nuzzling her neck, her mind went into overdrive.

Did I...drunk slept with someone?

But then her brain quickly clicked in:

Wait, I didn’t even drink last night.

The memory of a dream—an intense, vivid dream—flooded her.

Irene confesses her love, the two of them dating... Lisa smiled at the thought, only to jolt upright in shock.

Wait, why is there a woman cuddling me?

Carefully, Lisa brushed the hair away from the woman's face, her heart pounding like she was disarming a bomb.

When she saw who it was, her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Irene?!"

The gasp escaped her lips, and it was loud enough to stir Irene awake.

Irene blinked a few times, still half-asleep, and looked up at Lisa.

"Hmm, what happened?"

Irene mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

Lisa pointed dramatically at the two of them on the couch.

"Why are we... sleeping together?!"

Irene gave her a look like she was the dumbest person alive.

"Uh... because we’re dating? Come on, it's too early to deal with your stupidness."

Lisa’s brain froze.

"Wait. So... it wasn’t a dream? You're... my girlfriend?!"

Irene chuckled softly, amused by Lisa's confusion.

"Yes, Lisa. It wasn’t a dream."

"But it felt like a dream!"

Lisa blurted.

"I mean, a woman like you—you—dating me? It’s too good to be real!"

Irene rolled her eyes, then let out a small laugh, her gaze softening.

"You’re such a dork."

Still half in disbelief, Lisa pulled Irene upwards and hugged her tightly, burying her face in Irene’s hair for good measure.

"Just to confirm, I need to feel this... yup, you’re real."

Irene, now half-smothered but still amused, wrapped her arms around Lisa’s neck and mumbled sleepily,

"Stop thinking nonsense and cuddle already."

Without further protest, Lisa complied, and they both drifted back to sleep, wrapped up in each other. That is until a loud knock on the door yanked them from their cozy bubble.

Lisa sat up, relaxed compared to Irene.

"Who’s that? Did we order food?"

Irene’s eyes shot open, and she looked startled.

"Oh no! It’s probably Rosé."

Panic set in.

"You’ve got to hide!"

Irene whispered urgently, grabbing Lisa by the arm and shoving her toward the bathroom.

Lisa stumbled into the bathroom and smirked.

She was enjoying this so much.

"If you need me, call me by my code name."

"Be serious and behave Lalisa!"