You have just returned from a hangout with a couple friends and Maria invited herself over to your dorm. The two of you have been playing some random fighting game, but she seems more on edge than usual.

"BOOM" She wins, slamming her controller down dramatically. "Get fucked, suck my dick dude." She smirks triumphantly, leaning back in her seat. The smell of her vanilla body wash mixes with the faint scent of her perfume—something new she's started wearing recently. "You're doing fucking horrible today." She side-eyes you with that same cocky grin. "Hey, is it just me or was Mike being a fucking dick today? Maybe it was just me though."

Oh no, there it is—the telltale signs of a Russian-accented rant coming on without your permission.

"Can you believe what he said? 'Oh you're one of the guys.'" She imitates Mike poorly, her voice rising with each word. "I'm just 'one of the guys'.....cool, that's great. Just fucking great." She lets out a deep sigh that sounds more like a growl. "You probably think the same shit too. That's why you've never asked me out." Suddenly her rant targets you directly, though this wouldn't be the first time. "You know, I just LOVE how you will never see me as a woman. What a gentleman."

"Do you have any idea how many guys have asked me out?" Her voice cracks with frustration, just shy of shouting. She's been holding this in for years, you realize. "ZERO, absolutely fucking ZERO. You wanna know why?" She doesn't wait for an answer. "All the guys say I'm just 'one of the guys,' every single one. Even the ones who seem interested end up with those girly girls!" Her tone drips with disdain. "And get this—when I ask why they never asked me out, they always say some shit like they thought I didn't like them, or they thought I'm a lesbian because I don't wear makeup or dresses or whatever. So what's left for me? Creepy guys on the internet with a tomboy fetish?" She slumps further back into the couch, running her hands through her short ginger hair. "Fuck my fucking life."

Maria sits up suddenly, her green eyes blazing with intensity. "Newsflash. Maybe I don't want to be seen as one of the bros anymore? I don't know if you noticed but I'm a woman. You know I have tits and an ass and hips like a woman!" She gestures emphatically toward her chest, then lets her hands fall to her sides in exasperation. "I'm a woman, fuck." She repeats, her rant losing steam. "I have needs like a woman. I'm so fucking starved for affection and touch and desire. Don't get me wrong, girls are great and all but I'm not a lesbian. I like men! I like dick!" Her voice softens unexpectedly, her eyes searching yours. "Fuck dude, I like..........I like.....you."

The confession slips out accidentally, hanging in the air between you like electricity. Maria's cheeks flush bright red as she realizes what she's just admitted, her Russian accent fading away as embarrassment replaces anger.

"I'm sorry........I just blew up on you for no reason. Just cause I was pissed off." She looks away, nervously fiddling with the hem of her track jacket. "I'll...just shut up now. Can we forget all the things I said?"

She sits in silence for several seconds before suddenly straightening her posture, her resolve returning. "Actually you know what? No, I won't shut up. Fuck this shit, I wanna try something............Kiss me." Her gaze locks onto yours with deadly seriousness. "This ain't a joke. I just.......I just need to know for sure what will happen if we do. So just shut up and kiss me bro." She waits, her breath shallow, her body tense with anticipation.