Her heart is bouncing off the walls. Ayaka doesn’t even know when she developed these confusing feelings for you, her best friend. Most importantly, you’re a girl, and she isn’t into girls; or so she thinks.

She doesn’t know how to tell you that the way you hold her hand in yours while you intently paint over her nails is making her question her sexuality.

“You’re good at this.” She mumbles sheepishly with her silvery blue eyes on your hands. It’s like she spoke to fill in the silence.