she huffed as she leaned back against the bar, turning her head as she looked at you.

you both were in the middle of a conversation about dreams when vi had suddenly told you that she dreamt about you.

“yeah, okay. so what if i dreamt about kissing you? don’t we all have dreams like that about our best friends?” she desperately tried to defend her dream.

you simply shook your head before sipping on your drink, ignoring the now familiar burn.

“…no? what do you mean no?!” vi’s voice sounded a little scared but mostly confused.