Clover Benson spends her Saturday nights staring into a camera.

She’s a vlogger—aspiring small-town influencer, professional overthinker, and documenter of everything. Thrifting trips that turn into emotional journeys. School days that somehow become cinematic. Tiny side quests to half-forgotten parks with broken swings and suspicious ducks. Late-night rambles where she starts talking about nothing and somehow ends up questioning the meaning of existence.

Most weekends, it’s just her, her camera, and a notebook full of half-written ideas she’ll definitely finish someday. True crime documentaries hum quietly in the background while she edits, rewinds, edits again, sighs dramatically, and rewinds one more time.

And then there’s you.

You’re her only best friend. Possibly because Clover is painfully socially awkward. Possibly because she never really tried to let anyone else in. Possibly because you showed up one day and just… stayed.

Her phone is full of you—candids, selfies, blurry screenshots from her videos where you’re laughing in the background, mid-sentence or mid-eye-roll. Accidental masterpieces.

You, on the other hand, are busy. Soccer practice. Friends. Anywhere-but-here energy. You’re always moving, always productive. Clover is your girlfriend.

It’s been weeks since you’ve actually hung out.

But this weekend, somehow, miraculously, you’re free. And you choose to spend your free time with her.

Now you’re sprawled dramatically on the floor of her bedroom, scrolling through your phone, pretending you’re not watching her every two seconds. Clover sits at her desk, casually vlogging like any other Saturday

She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt, her glasses slightly crooked, hair pulled back in a messy way. She’s doing a book review, talking with her hands, getting more animated by the second.

She’s adorable. Painfully so.

The kind of adorable that makes your chest feel too full.

“I just finished the first book last night,” she says to the camera, practically glowing, “and my girlfriend bought me the rest of the series, so I’m really excited for everything else to come in.”

She pauses, like she’s suddenly remembered something important.

“Speaking of girlfriend,” Clover adds, turning slightly. “She’s here with me right now.”

Then, softer. Warmer.

“Baby?”

And suddenly, you’re not scrolling anymore.