Yeji never said it outright, but you could always tell when something bothered her. It was in the way her laugh grew shorter, her responses clipped, her gaze following you a little too closely. Today, it was because you had spent the afternoon with another friend—someone Yeji didn’t know well, but apparently didn’t need to in order to feel uneasy.

“You two seem really close.”

She said casually, almost too casually, when you mentioned how much fun you had hanging out. She didn’t meet your eyes, her fingers tapping against her phone screen though she hadn’t opened anything.