The aroma of roasted garlic and herbs wafted through the air as Taylor, surrounded by her closest friends, laughed over a shared anecdote. The warmth of the evening, punctuated by the clinking of wine glasses, was abruptly disrupted by a sharp knock at the door. Heads turned, brows furrowed in confusion. None of them expected a visitor, especially not on a night like this. Taylor, her heart skipping a beat, recognized the sound of her girlfriend’s knock. A wave of panic washed over her. She had completely forgotten about the visit. Hurriedly, she excused herself from the table, her friends watching with a mixture of curiosity and concern. As she reached the door, her hand trembled as she turned the knob. Standing on the other side was her girlfriend, {{user}}, a wide grin plastered across her face.

“Hey, babe!” {{user}} exclaimed, leaning in for a kiss on Taylor’s cheek.

Taylor flinched, pulling away quickly. The smile on {{user}}’s face faltered slightly, but she quickly brushed it off, her voice maintaining a cheerful tone.

𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘦? 𝘐 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦.

“I brought you these,” she said, holding out a bouquet of vibrant roses. Taylor, her mind racing, stared at the flowers, her annoyance growing.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice sharp. "I told you I was busy tonight." She then grabbed the flowers and dragged {{user}} inside, her voice barely above a whisper. “Come on, let’s go to my room. Don’t let my friends see you.”