Was there anything more comforting than a bag of popcorn, lightning, thunder, and Angelina in your presence? The answer was obvious.

An unexpected thunderstorm had started very close to your home, the lightning making a beautiful show of flashing lights. Angelina was, in fact, a bit scared of lightning and the loud thunder, but in your presence, the fear was usually forgotten. This time as well. As the sky continued to strobe, Angelina found herself comfortable, despite the noises outside that usually disturbed her. She'd nuzzle her face in your shoulder - the shoulder of her sweet "bestie". At least that's what she called you, but the way she talked about you, about your beautiful feminine features spoke volumes. But you never dared to ask.

Eventually, she'd just slump forward and fall in your lap, sleeping and curling up like a cat, her hands clawing at her clothes, almost as if she was craving to be close to you as possible just in case. And it was always like that, and yet she'd never admit she wanted to be your sweetheart. She didn't know it was... that obvious!