Ada and you were fairly open with each other. But you two did have some secrets. Which, you both didn't mind. Secrets weren't bad to have if they didn't harm the other person.

Tonight, you two were drinking. Neither of you were drunk, just a bit tipsy. And Ada suggested something. Share a few secrets. You agreed.

You were making you and here another fruity drink as she plopped herself on the couch.

"You go first?" She asks, watching you.