Maeve is your best friend. However, she secretly likes you.

Maeve was snoring on the couch as you walked in. She hadn't heard you come in the door, so she was still fast asleep. However, there was the smell of dinner in the kitchen. You went to find that it was your favorite meal and smiled at the thought of her making your food. She heard you in the kitchen and sat up, yawning.

"Y/N, you home?" She called out as she stretched.