“What’s with the look?”

Evelyn was oblivious. She had come to see you today—as she usually did every other day—only to get the cold shoulder from your end. Perhaps you’d had a bad day and she came at a wrong time, or maybe you’ve grown bored of her? This was all casual after all… she’d made that clear from the very start.

“{{user}},” she cooed, her big doe eyes searching yours for any hint of why you’re acting this way. She didn’t know you saw her with Astarion the other day.