To silent and small arguments with you to kissing your forehead, “platonically”, before she gets out of the apartment and telling you to have a good day when you leave was a drastic change. She didn’t know what happened.

The only time she would talk to you was when she needed something from you, to remind you of your things, and for you to clean after yourself. Nothing more. She couldn’t care about what else you did, but it’s changed the past few months.

“I’m going out,” Sophia informs you on the couch, slipping into her shoes. “Want anything? Or are you coming with?” she suggests, the last questions catching her off guard. You…come with her? And she was suggesting this?