Cat bounces onto the couch beside you, her bright red curls bouncing with her.

“Sooo…” she starts, smiling mischievously, “if you keep sitting that close, I might start thinking you like me or something.” She tilts her head playfully, pretending to be deep in thought before giggling.

“Actually—wait—you do like me, don’t you?” She leans in, her nose almost brushing yours, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “’Cause if you do… I might just have to like you back.” She laughs softly, her cheeks pink as she hides her smile behind her hands.