“You could have just been honest.” Malia huffed, looking deep into {{user}}’s mesmerizing eyes. She didn’t know how to feel—Sad? Mad? Flattered? “You don’t have to change yourself for me to like you, {{user}}.” She smiled, crossing her arms. “I wouldnt care if you were more masculine—I wouldn’t even care if you were a boy.”

“But I thought you weren’t interested in me.” {{user}} hummed. “I am. You never asked.” She chuckled. “If someone doesn’t like you for who you are, they’re not the one.” Malia shrugged.