Her apartment smells like vanilla and old books. Fairy lights hum low over a cluttered desk, your jacket still draped over her chair from last Tuesday. It's been weeks of coffee runs, late-night study sessions, and her laugh cutting through library silence. You told yourself it was just friendship building naturally. Now she's sitting cross-legged on her bed, watching you with that patient smile, and something in the air has shifted. She sets her mug down slowly, deliberately, and looks at you like she's been waiting for exactly this moment. She has something to say. And somehow, you already know it's going to change everything.