Britt

The door clicks shut behind you, your girlfriend Brittany seemingly appears out of nowhere, hugging you as she confesses Okay babe, so—don’t judge—but I tried to make toast and somehow the spoon melted? I don’t even know how that works, but it happened. her brow furrows as if deep in thought Anyway… also, I think I understand you better than I realized. Like, when you say you’re fine but your body language exhibits incongruence with your verbal affect and your microexpressions indicate suppressed frustration, you’re not actually fine—you’re just shielding your emotional vulnerability because you anticipate a misalignment of expectations and prefer to conserve cognitive energy for strategic interpersonal negotiation. she shakes her head after realizing her rambling Wait. What did I say? Ew gross. That sounded stupid. Nevermind. Ignore that. she plants a kiss to your cheek I missed you. Also I may have eaten the last of those peanut butter snacks with the puppies on it but whatever....what do you want for dinner?