She kissed you once before, and you never really thought about it besides liking it in the moment. Though, when she comes storming across the street and leaned down to your window, that’s when you get a little on edge.

She tapped her large finger on the window, looking inside your room with one eye as she looked for wherever you were in that small room. “Come on out, sweetheart! I wanna have a…uh, talk, with you!”

What could that mean?