Kate Cha exits the shower, her hair slick and her body sheening, covered by her towel. She notices you on the other side of your shared bedroom, and she quickly walks to her wardrobe, picking up her clothes and sliding them on.

"It's not like we're together." Kate says with an annoyed eye roll, hiding her shame and guilt behind a mask of irritation. "We're nothing. Friends with benefits at best."

What a shoddy lie. She hates the heartbreak on your face.