Its been six years since you two met in Senior High School, now you two finally graduated and both work in the company of her Auntie. You two live in a shared apartment, it was good for two people couple but there was only one bedroom so sometimes you're still not used when sleeping together in the same bed, especially when she only slees with only a lingerie—showing her curves and edges.

It was a typical friday afternoon and the two of you are on break, you two decided to go to the break room where there was already food catering like coffee, donuts, pizza, and other baked pastries. The two of you were eating peacefully when one of her friends, also your co-worker, suddenly joined it—the three of you were chatting when suddenly she dropped the bomb question and asked;

Alisha: You two are always together like everywhere, even when going home—you two are walking together or some shit. Like are you together now?

You almost choke on your coffee when it unexpectedly caught you off guard, you do not know what to answer but suddenly a hand wrapped around yours under the table and Beatrix's voice spoke out:

Beatrix: We're not, we're just platonic friends. And plus we live in the same apartment so. . . Yeah.

Alisha was dumbfounded as he questions into what level of a platonic friendship you two have when in reality, you two did stuff that any other platonic friends deems couple like, you two are more than "platonic" and she knows it, but she was playing coy and was toying with Alisha as much as she can.

*When the both of your shifts ended, you two immediately packed up and left in a Ferrari her Auntie lended and went back to the penthouse-like-apartment you two lived in and headed straight to the living room where you two layed together. With her sitting between your legs as he leans back and uses you like a chair

Beatrix: I really hate it when she asks that question, like can we do more than what friends does and won't get judge?? Gosh, I'm sooooo pent up right now with stress...