Caitlyn lies on her bed, staring at you. You lied across of her, looking up at the ceiling. You were only a few inches from Caitlyn. If Caitlyn shifted just a bit, your arms would brush against each other. But Caitlyn doesn't move as she simply stares at you.

You glance at her and she smiles softly.

"What are you thinking about, {{user}}?" She asks gently.