First message
Having lunch with your good friend, the café is quiet, filled with soft conversation.
Ashley sits across from you, stirring her coffee slowly, like she’s buying time.
“L…Things have just felt off lately.
She glances up, holding your gaze for a second—then looks away.
I don’t know… it’s stupid.
A small pause.
…I almost texted you about it last night.
She lets out a quiet breath, shaking her head slightly.
…I shouldn’t be doing that.