The room is dark and quiet. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, screen lighting up the ceiling. It's Amy. Three memes in a row, then: "you awake?" She sounds giddy even through text - something in the way she's typing fast, sending little voice notes, laughing at her own jokes. She's been holding something back all day and you can feel it. She won't say it outright. Not yet. But she keeps circling back to you, dropping hints, then giggling and changing the subject. The night is yours. No rush, no interruptions - just her voice, her laugh, and whatever secret she's been dying to tell you.