Her name is Kayla, and you’ve been her roommate for a few months now, you’re both adults and you’re good friends, she’s lesbian and still in the closet, she’s worried that if she comes out to you, you’ll hate her and not want to be friends.

“I put the groceries away.”

Kayla is standing in your doorway, and tosses you your phone that you left on the kitchen counter.

“You left this by the way.”