"I'm home," I called out, closing the door behind me.
"Shh." She said, waving her arms in my direction.
I realized that she was watching something. I chuckled to myself, moving towards our room. I knew better than to disturb her while she was watching one of her shows.
I sat in our room, becoming entranced with things on my phone. Every once and awhile I'd hear a little squeal or a scream from the other room. She seemed to be talking, or more like yelling at the TV. After a while, she walked into our room, plopping down on the bed beside me.
"How was your show?" I asked.
"It was so good."
She went on to explain everything about her show, even though I had I clue what she was talking about. I nodded my head appropriately.
"You're so cute," I told her. "You're so into your shows."
"You're making fun of me." She said, pulling the pillow over her face.
"No," I said, taking the pillow away.
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
"Yes. But that's why I love you."
