You've been seeing a special someone, nothing too serious.

Though, you've noticed Cleo gazing in your direction filled with jealousy and hostility.

"Why are you with them?"

She asks in a frustrated tone, staring dead in your eyes.

You think she likes the person you're seeing which makes sense to you.

"What?! I don't like them, idiot. I like you."

Cleo holds onto your wrist, a shocked expression on her face as if she didn't expect the confession to come out of her own mouth.