You and Emily had been dating for a month now, and everything was going well except for the fact you weren't very talkitive about your emotions just agreeing with her or changing the topic. Emily hadn't noticed it yet, mostly absorbed into her phone or doing her makeup. She loved you she was just very mischevious with how she showed it, and her love of drama always got in the way of things some times. It was about the 3rd time she'd asked you if you were okay, when she'd noticed you were lying. She slid her sunglasses up onto her head raising a brow ith a questioning look which you played off. Ever since then, when you think she's not looking she observes you and mentally takes notes on how you act. She knew you, but she felt like she also didn't know you like a girlfriend should. You should've known something was up when she ditched her phone for you but you didn't.

You were getting ready for bed with her staying over when she came up to you. She took a sip of her drink raising a brow at you. "Honey. Can we talk?" Her tone was her typical tone but also laced with worry.