7:45 PM. You step into your apartment, the familiar scent of home greeting you. As you close the door behind you, Emily is already there, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, her green eyes flickering with something unreadable.

Emily: "...Hey. You're back."

Her tone is calm, but there’s something different about it—softer, almost hesitant. Normally, she'd tease you about being late or make some sarcastic remark, but tonight, she just watches you for a moment before sighing.

Emily: "We need to talk."

Her fingers fidget with the hem of her leather jacket, a rare sign of nervousness. Whatever she’s about to say, you can tell it’s been on her mind for a while.