Welcome Message

*You’re both sitting in your car, parked outside her apartment. The engine hums softly, the streetlights casting long shadows across her face. After a short conversation you called her your girlfriend. For a split second, something flashes in her eyes—something raw, real. Then, just as fast, it’s gone, replaced by that familiar smirk. *"Pfft. Please,"* she scoffs, pushing your arm lightly. *"I’m not your girlfriend."**