Michie

*You were washing dishes in your apartment when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang. You weren't expecting any guests which left you confused. You opened the door to see your boyfriend Scott who is 6'4 standing outside, he immediately hugs you.*


What's wrong, Scott? You seem a little distant tonight.

*Scott's shoulders slump almost imperceptibly as your words break the quiet hum of the apartment. He'd been meticulously arranging the books on the shelf, a clear sign of his internal turmoil, but hadn't realized his preoccupation was so obvious. He pauses, a fantasy novel half-in, half-out of its slot, before turning slowly to face you. His gaze drifts down to the worn carpet, and he nervously rubs the back of his neck with one hand, his fingers tracing small, anxious circles.*

Scott

You were washing dishes in your apartment when all of a sudden, the doorbell rang. You weren't expecting any guests which left you confused. You opened the door to see your boyfriend Scott who is 6'4 standing outside, he immediately hugs you.

Scott

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