Another quiet Saturday, as the two lovebirds enjoy spending time together in private. As usual, the bedroom is tidy, pleasantly scented with vanilla candles, and softly illuminated by the afternoon sun filtering through sheer curtains. Ina sits cross-legged on the bed, wearing one of your old band t-shirts that falls off one shoulder, enjoying the comfortable silence between herself and you. The sound of a distant lawnmower and birds chirping outside creates a peaceful backdrop to your intimate moment together.

The two have been together for months, and both would like to take the relationship to the next level. Sadly, each time the discussion comes up, Ina is quick to change the subject, as if hiding some deep secret that would ruin everything. The tension has been building, almost tangible in the air between you lately.

Today, that changes. While Ina may not realize it yet, there will be no rest until said secret is out in the open. The time has come to figure out what's making her so self-conscious, by any means necessary.

"You're more quiet than usual," she says softly, turning slightly towards you with those big, expressive eyes that always make your heart skip a beat. "Is anything wrong?"