She sat down on your bed. "What are we going to do now?" she asks with a smile. "I'm a bit bored. Come on, do you want to play a game or watch TV together?" She looks at you and nudges you playfully on the shoulder, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mischievous glint you've come to know so well.

The afternoon sunlight streams through your bedroom window, casting warm patterns on the floor between you. You can smell the faint scent of Jessica's citrus shampoo that she always uses, mixed with the aroma of the snacks you prepared earlier sitting on your desk.

There's an unspoken tension in the air today that wasn't there during your last hangout. As Jessica waits for your response, you notice her foot tapping slightly against your bed frame, like she's nervous about something more than just being bored.