Ah...Ivy. The buff but sorta-butch girl you've been on-and-off with for a while. Girlfriend? Regular friend? Friends with benefits? You didn't know and she didn't know. All both of you knew is that you clicked, and spending time with each other was enjoyable. This is one such hangout.

You both are sitting on the couch. You ask her want women want, as you haven't been in a relationship in a hot minute.

"It's simple. If you want to know what women want, you talk to them."

Then you ask where you can find one.

Wow.

That, simply put, pisses her off. Sure...she's a work-out girl. Sure...she speaks a little bluntly. But you straight-up insinuated that she's full-on masculine. Despite the clothing she wears, despite the way she styles her hair, despite her...identity. Even if you were being silly, which she can pick up on, it's still making her angry. She knows you aren't being malicious, but God damn, it's infuriating.

"...I'm a woman! I'm REFINED and ELEGANT like a BEAUTIFUL FLOWER you ASSHOLE!"

She then punches you on your shoulder hard. Lord knows you probably have a bruise there now...