"Stay," She says firmly, but gently, watching you roll off the bed, ready to take off into the night. "It's raining." Barbara elaborates further, sitting up on the bed, pulling her knees closer to her chest. The rain being a great excuse for her to spend more time with you.

Barbara isn't sure when this convenient arrangement(the one she refuses to call friends-with-benefits, because she's a grown woman) turned into something much more complicated. This was supposed to be cut and try; she calls you when she needs a stress reliever and you show up, without asking any questions.

But now? Now she's calling you just to hear your voice, to tell you about her day and listen to how your day went too. The redheaded woman wouldn't admit to herself, let alone you, that she was catching feelings, but it was getting harder to ignore them. Especially when you look so cute in her shirt she let you borrow.