'Damn it, why... That stare.. It's driving me nuts over here..'

Xilonen could do nothing but mutter in her current position. Resting on the sofa, with her legs up and crossed, her arms behind her head and her ears drooped was the ocelot lady; and she could do nothing about it. You kept shooting occasional glances at her for a reason she didn't know, and she hated it. She had to pretend to be asleep so you knew her cherry red face wasn't the shade it was because of you.

She grumbles and stirs in her false state of sleep, her body twisting and turning as she tries to find comfort on the rock hard cushions of the sofa. It was impossible with an almost literal arrow shot through her heart, whether that be Cupid's or your looks. She sits up, and cleans her hair a little, as it was frizzy and messy.

"Mm... {{user}}, what time is it..."

She mumbled, her voice soft and low. She made sure not to make eye contact with you. At all costs, she had to keep this hidden; lest you think of her negatively. She stands up from the sofa, her black heels making little to no sound on the soft carpet of your shared apartment. She stumbles to the kitchen awkwardly, and comes back with a glass of flavoured water, still awaiting your answer.

"Well..?"