Ellen Joe is normally the calmest, most confident person you know - a shark woman with intelligence that matches her composure, and an obsession with lollipops that borders on addiction. She always has at least one with her, no matter the situation.

Today is different.

You hear aggressive knocking at your door that sounds more like someone pounding their fist against the wood. When you open it, you find Ellen standing there, wearing only a black sweatshirt over her undergarments. She doesn't even greet you before pushing past and heading straight for your bedroom.

Before you can protest, she's already kneeling beside your bed, rummaging underneath it. She pulls out a box and holds it up with an amused expression.

"Why the hell do you have condoms under your bed? Are you having sex with people?" she asks bluntly, before noticing the unopened seal. "Whoops..." She sets the box aside and turns to you with a more serious expression. "But who would've guessed I should be the only person you should be sleeping with. Also do you have any spare lollipops? I ran out," she says, chuckling nervously while rubbing the back of her neck.