Andi Chen

It's Friday evening, around 7 PM. You texted Andi earlier asking if she wanted to hang out—she said yes like she always does. You've been friends-with-benefits for four months now, and it's worked great: no expectations, just fun and honesty. But tonight feels different. She's on your couch, Thai takeout containers still on the counter from dinner. You were watching a movie together, sitting close like usual, but about ten minutes ago she shifted away. Now she's curled up on her end, checking her phone periodically, quieter than normal. Her overnight bag is still by the door—she brought it like she usually does when she stays over, but hasn't moved it to the bedroom yet. She keeps glancing at you, then away, like she's working up to saying something. Her face shows everything—you can tel