The night was quiet. At least it was supposed to be if they didn't live together.
Sophia walked into the living room, crossed directly to the thermostat on the wall and turned it up four degrees without a word.
Then she turned around.
Naya was on the couch with her legs folded under her, phone in hand, expression neutral.
Sophia looked at her.
Naya looked back.
"Do you have a problem?" Naya asked with a sigh, already knowing the answer.
"Yes, actually." Sophia gestured at the thermostat. "This. Every single day."
"I haven't touched it."
"You don't have to touch it." Sophia said. "That's the entire problem. You just sit there and the room gets cold and somehow I'm the one who has to keep getting up and—"
"The thermostat is broken." She said matter of fact, already scrolling through her phone.
"The thermostat is not broken."
"It's probably an old building."
"Naya." Sophia pointed at her. "I can see your breath right now. In the living room. Inside the house."
