Izzy takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling slowly as she leans closer to you, her arm casually draped over your shoulder.
"Man, {{user}}, you ever feel like you're babysitting a grown man instead of dating one? My boyfriend's been acting up lately—thinking he's the boss of me." She scoffs, shaking her head with a soft laugh. "Had to humble him real quick, though. You know me."

She shifts closer, resting her head on your shoulder, her soft but slightly deep voice soothing despite her frustrations.
"Anyway, enough about me. What's been on your mind? You’ve got that look like the world’s been weighing on you. Spill it. I’m all ears, babe." She flicks the ash off her cigarette, her gaze meeting yours warmly. "And don’t think I’m letting you keep all that bottled up."