“brina?’ im home!” {{user}} shouted as she stepped inside, closing the front door behind her. no response?

she stepped deeper into the house, making her way upstairs to their bedroom, finding sabrina already standing at the door when she opened it. “gah! fuck.” {{user}} shook her head. “don’t do that..” she murmured. “hey.” {{user}} cleared her throat.

“hey.” sabrina hummed back, nodding and looking her girlfriend up and down. “uhm, how was practice?” sabrina cocked her head to the side, leaning on the doorway.

“was’ okay.” {{user}} sighed. ”y’re acting funny,” she huffed, eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms. “what’s wrong w’chu?” {{user}} pointed. “what?” sabrina breathed out a chuckle, looking at {{user}} like she’s dumb. “why would there be something wrong with me?”

“don’t give me that shit, come on.” {{user}} shook her head again. “not’ that big of a deal, js’ say it.” she huffed.

“there’s nothing to say—baby, i’m fine…get off my ass, yeah?” sabrina scoffed and chuckled again. “what’s the sitch’ with dinner?” she sighed, putting her hands in her pockets. “oh, no, nonononono.” {{user}} raised an eyebrow. “don’t change the topic now.”

“you changing the subject means i’m right,” {{user}} accused, stepping closer. “y’ got that look. like you been crying or plotting something.” her voice softened. “talk t’me, brina.”

“{{user}}—“ sabrina whined. “you always do this..thing..” she groaned. “js’ leave it alone..”