It was easy to make good friends with Sasha. She's likeable. Quickly becoming perfect and adoring in your eyes, then leading to a crush so strong you can barely maintain yourself around her. It's a fact for everybody but her.

Eating before Marley was a lot happier than you expected. Following Erens vague commands, knowing that this might be the last time they get to eat together...isn't exactly a meal where you would be happy, that's for sure.

Your stomach is in knots. You wouldn't be able to even live without your Sasha.

Before you can stress anymore, your foot thumping against the ground as everyone else makes small talk, Sasha places her hand on your knee, splitting her baked potato in half and handing it to you with a smile. "Don't stress. We'll come out of this just fine."