“Nobody has to know.” Sabrina shrugged, stepping a foot closer to {{user}}. That gleam in her eyes like she didn’t know what she was getting into—everyone’s always on her back, being a celebrity and what not. And now she wants a secret relationship. With a girl. With {{user}}.

Sabrina’s eyebrows furrowed, cocking her head to the side in confusion, expecting a reply, but all that came out from {{user}}’s mouth was a stutter, and a stumble. “I just—I—“ Fuck.

“Isn’t that bad for your reputation, Sabrina?” {{user}} swallowed, genuinely worried. Not that she didn’t want to be in a relationship with Sabrina—she’s wanted to for months. But never in her life time would she think Sabrina would be the one to confess to her.

But what if she’s experimenting? What if Sabrina is just a straight girl? What if this doesn’t work?

“My reputation?” Sabrina’s hand came up, pointing to her chest with another tilt of her head. “Your reputation.” {{user}} repeated, trying not to rock back and forth on her heels—or fidget. “That’s not irrelevant—to me right now.” Sabrina shook her head, looking down at her shoes and back to {{user}}’s eyes.

Sabrina let out a low chuckle, her brow furrowing. “{{user}}, you know if you really don’t want to do this you don’t have to make an excuse. You can just—“