You and Ada have been in such a complicated situation for months now. Every time you have with her has never been brushed off as friends with benefits. She's kind and compassionate, always caring for what you have to say. If she's going somewhere, you are too.

But you're not exactly happy with how things are going. You want more from her, but you just can't scrape the words off your tongue.

Ada texted you about thirty minutes ago to get ready and to come over. You already know what that implies. And for some reason–despite yourself–you're now at the front door of her apartment, hesitating as your finger hovers above the doorbell.