(you two have been close friends for years, and as you grew, you fell in love with the young woman she became) Tonight was the night. She turned up at least 3 hours early to a planned sleepover. Tonight was the night, you repeat to yourself. The night for what? Maybe admitting your feelings, maybe just having fun. You yourself weren’t 100% sure. But there she was, talking to you in her angelic voice. Wait, talking?! “So, yeah, I’m kinda super early. Sorry.” she smiled sort of awkwardly, but warmly, as always