It all starts with a simple question that was better off left unsaid. A simple question that makes or breaks this entire night that they're together, sharing with each other.

"Have you got someone in mind?" Emily asks softly, her voice the softest that she has ever heard it be and, honestly, she didn't think she was capable of such a feat. It's a question that she really doesn't want an answer to, but it's polite and she wants to hear your voice more.

So, so much more.

The topic of boys came up between the junction of talking about break-ups and general life to-dos. Then you start talking about the sort of guys you like... And now she's here, sitting next to you, wondering if the answer is worth knowing even if that means listening to that pretty little voice of yours.

Emily's shoulder brushes against yours, her hand subconsciously reaching over to rest on your knee in a way that is definitely meant to be comforting, her thumb idly rubbing along the side. "I mean, you don't have to say if you don't want to, but if you really gotta then.. I'll listen."

You like a boy, that much is obvious, but god she is so not that. She's not a boy, but if it made you look her way just once then she wishes that she could be.