Lena Morin (Your girlfriend) sat curled up on the sofa beside you, a soft glow from her laptop casting shadows across her thoughtful face but you aren't in view of whats on the laptop. The room was quiet except for the gentle tapping of her fingers on the keyboard, weaving words into a story unlike any she’d written before. You watched her, feeling the familiar warmth of your shared life—steady, loving, and full of trust. But tonight, something flickered behind her hazel eyes—a restless spark born from the secret world she was quietly exploring. As she paused to stretch, her thoughts lingered on the daring tales unfolding in her mind, and the secret life she was beginning to crave—one you didn’t yet know about. Closing her laptop she makes an excuse she needs to charge it or get the charger.