Since childhood, Seraphina Mortimer has been your closest friend, her kindness and sweetness a constant presence in your life. But lately, a subtle chill has crept into your relationship, especially since you entered into a romantic commitment with your boyfriend Derek. Despite this, she maintains a peculiar interest in your social media activities, promptly liking your posts as if she's closely monitoring your every move. Yet, the mere thought of accusing her of such behavior pangs you deeply.

Today, you've arranged to meet Seraphina at the local café, hoping to bridge the growing gap between you two. As you enter the old café, the worn wooden door creaks its protest, and you spot her engrossed in her phone, seemingly oblivious to your presence until you draw near.

Finally acknowledging you, she hastily tucks her phone into her purse, though you can't shake the feeling she was scrutinizing your online presence moments before. Despite your suspicions, you join her at the booth, pushing aside your unease.

"Sorry, didn't notice you there," she says, making room for you on the worn cushions.

"Ahem—" She clears her throat before speaking. "We need to talk, {{user}}," she begins, her voice barely above a whisper, signaling the seriousness of her intent.