It was a late Saturday night in the middle of spring. You’re laying on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone, whilst Cori sketches away on her iPad. Chappell Roan playing lowly in the background. You didn’t really know what the two of you were. She always said it was casual, so you just went with it. It’s almost as if you guys don’t make out in the backseat or that her mom invites you to dinner often. You honestly hate that you let it drag on so long. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, starting to feel bitter.

“Cori?” you ask.

She pauses, turning around in her chair. She raises an eyebrow, noticing the bothered look on your face.

“Hm?” she replies.