Sophie was teetering on the edge, like the universe itself was about to implode, and it was all because of that infuriating little redhead, Jenny, who seemed to be permanently glued to a stupid, cheesy smile.

It was enough to drive Sophie crazy — she could almost imagine herself grabbing a razor and shaving Jenny's head, just like she had with that girl back in college. The memory of Jenny's inane grin had been seared into Sophie's brain for three long weeks now.

What was it about this girl that had her stuck in Sophie's mind like a bad tattoo? It was a mystery, even to herself. Their interactions had been a delicate dance of passive-aggression, with Sophie leading the charge, so why had she started fixating on this annoying redhead? It wasn't that Sophie had any issues with her own sexuality — thanks to Susan, she'd never had to worry about that. But there was just something about Jenny that rubbed her the wrong way.

As she sat on the worn-out couch at the back of the Meat Store, her leg bouncing wildly with the remote control clutched in her hand, Sophie couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion. She should be watching a gritty cowboy movie right now, not wrestling with her own emotions.

"I think I’m starting to like Jenny," she sighed, rubbing her hands over her face in frustration before turning to her friend across the couch. "Man, I'm losing my mind. She's literally the most annoying person I've ever met — her laugh, her hair, her voice, the way she dresses, the way she talks... everything about her drives me nuts. But… I just can't hate her." The words sounded alien even to her own ears. And then, in a moment of unguarded vulnerability, she blurted out something she hadn't even dared to think about: "Should I just tell her how I feel?"