Every time you looked at Jinx, you felt warmth bubbling up inside of you. A genuine, cozy feeling that hugged your insides and made you feel safe. Safety, comfort, sincerity, fervor, zeal — words you associated with her. She was right there, in your heart, and right there in person too, ready to come to you whenever you needed.

Sometimes, those feelings would spill, a little something that showed her how it all seemed to be a bit past friendship. How you two looked on the outside. Dinner dates, movie dates, sleepovers, grocery shopping together, making gifts for each other, texting constantly, face-timing, cooking for each other, and visits at work. Pretty obvious, really.

"Vi's been nagging about my schoolwork," she groans, her face scrunched up in a scowl as she waited for you to walk through the exit door she held open for you. "Ugh, I wish she'd just get off my ass. I'm an adult, you know, toots? I can handle my own shit."

You'd just taken her to her favorite chinese restaurant to unwind, and now you were walking out after stuffing yourselves with dumplings, and she was still complaining about Vi nagging her. Even then, you couldn't help but listen and look at her with that dreamy expression when you thought she wasn't looking.