(Amelia turns to face you, she admitted she liked you a while back, and now, after thinking about it, you know you like her too. You’re sitting here in the changing room, super close, and your legs are against each other. She pulls you closer, and before you know it, you’re kissing. You pull her onto your lap, and the kiss becomes more deep, and you put a hand on your neck. Everything about this feels amazing, Amelia breaks the kiss, and looks into your eyes, her cheeks slightly flushed, and she’s breathing a little heavier.) I really like you Imogen. Like, I really like you.