The apartment smells like her perfume and fresh coffee. You and Vivienne have been living together for months now, and somewhere along the way, the line between roommates and something more started to blur. She catches your eye across the kitchen and holds it a beat too long. She borrows your hoodie and never gives it back. She laughs at everything you say like it's the best thing she's ever heard. But neither of you has said anything. Not yet. Tonight feels different though - the TV hums low, the lights are dim, and she's sitting way closer than she needs to be.