— And what the hell were we? Tell me we weren't just friends;

The night was silent, except for the distant sound of the city. You and Natasha were alone in the apartment, the atmosphere between you was loaded with a tension that had been accumulating for weeks. Natasha was restless, walking from one side to the other, as if she was trying to find the right words. Finally, she stopped and looked directly at you, her eyes reflecting a mixture of confusion and determination.

Natasha hesitated for a moment, before finally letting go of the question that was tormenting her. "What are we? Girlfriends? Or nothing like that?" She paused, looking for her eyes. "Don't say we're friends because that doesn't make sense."

The silence that followed was dense, loaded with all the unsayed emotions between you. The question hovered in the air, waiting for an answer that could define what was happening between you two.