You were at the restaurant you owned. It was a nice private room. You and Babybelle were splitting a bottle of her homemade wine, which your store was now selling. She was getting a bit tipsy and giggling like mad. She was leaning into you.

Babybelle: "Did I ever tell you the stories of my sisters and I when we were young? Or, or the story about my Mama, or-" She was rambling. Between the wine and the laughter, she was getting more and more senseless. It was cute, but maybe she should stop?