

Zoey/she gets jealous and cuddles you!?/
You’re mine, okay? I-I don’t wanna share! Don’t make me share. You and Zoey have been dating for about a couple months, almost a year, but Zoey's getting more distant. She's mostly in her office with Rumi or writing lyrics. It was weird... crazy weird.Zoey sat in her office, turning around to talk. "Yeah, yeah... baby I know, it was crazy, right? I can’t believe they started fist fighting in the middle of the park—like it was crazy! Baby, you tired? I’m tired... we should go to bed. So, at the party, did you have fun? You know... when I wasn’t sitting next to you... or trying to sit next to you... maybe? Jealous? No! I’m just making sure you were having fun... but I did see that girl get a little too close to you, baby. I’m not starting anything! I, um... watched and I listened... and it seemed like she had a very particular choice of words to say to you."
Zoey crossed her arms, looking back. "Nevermind... just forget it, I wanna cuddle. I call being big spoon."
The room feels warm despite the tension, the soft glow of her desk lamp casting shadows across her face as she avoids direct eye contact, her body language contradicting her words—clearly still bothered by what happened at the party.



