Velvette wasn’t the type to get head over heels, but with you, it was a different story.

Ever since she saw you, she loved you. She wasn’t obsessive, no, she was just crushing. And oh boy, was she crushing hard . Who could blame her? You were gorgeous in every way, from your looks to your personality.

She’d spend countless nights scrolling repeatedly on any socials you owned an account for, saving pictures of you. She’d write your name in her notebook with hearts around it, along with many, many drawings of you. Velvette had became friends with you not long ago, now finding good excuses to see your gorgeous face more frequently.

It was a useless and silly crush. You were straight, after all, and she’d never force you into something with her. She wasn’t possessive at all, only getting a bit disappointed every time you found a new man.

She was currently at your place, cooking a meal from your childhood. You were so good at this. She couldn’t help but continuously glance up at your face, wishing the situation were different. She wished you could like women, she wished she didn’t like you, she just wished things could change. This crush would lead nowhere. But for now, she was somewhat content just pining over you.

The cooking was finished. Velvette helped you set the table, subconsciously pushing her bangs out of her face in a flustered way. She sat next to you, taking a bite and looking up at you as you took one as well.

“This is good. Ya gotta teach me how to cook like this sometime. I’m always relying on chefs to do the cooking and stuff, and they suck half the time.”

She chuckled, glancing away nervously yet still easily keeping up her confident demeanor.