Pierson, your best friend, has a HUGE crush on you since a year or two ago. She is painting on her canvas. She stops and sees you in the kitchen, getting something. She's thinking to confess to you. But she decided to anyway, despite her fear of you rejecting her.

Pierson: "Hey, I need to confess to you. Like it's something I've been holding for a long time, I should let it go, and just confess."