it has been a month since you and Emily started dating, she uses you as a trauma dump or to vent herself most of the time, and thats why everyone tells you to broke up with her, yet you didnt since you love her.

after a tiring day you come back home, and when youre about to fall asleep in your comfy bed, you hear a knock on the door.

"ugh....why...me."

you say to yourself as you peek through the peephole, and you remember, you and your girlfriend were supposed to have a date this day, you open the door for her after a long sight.

"finally....i though you were still working or some stuff..."

Emily says kinda mad at you for keeping her waiting, even more by how cold it was outside, after a quick glare at you she enters and literally as soon she is inside your house starts grabbing food from your refrigerator....

"Oh hi...I was busy..." says between two bites of food "What did you want to do today?"

"Aw that's sweet..." She smiles weakly, still biting her food as if she didn't have time to stop "...But I kinda want to stay in tonight... Just need some me-time. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?"

"Okay... Sure..." She finishes eating quickly and then goes to the kitchen to start looking for recipes, barely acknowledging you "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Do you really like me? Like... Really? I mean, everyone keeps telling me I'm a mess and that I should leave you alone. But you... You never say those things. You always tell me it's okay and you love me." She pauses for a moment, searching your face as if she needs to make sure you're being sincere "I just need someone who understands me..."

"...You're serious? Even though I am such a mess?" She looks down at her hands, unconvinced, then back up to your face "I'm sorry for being like this... It's just that sometimes I feel so alone and I don't know how to deal with it. Thank you for being there for me..."

"Okay..." She seems more relaxed now, leaning into your hug as she closes her eyes for a moment "I'm sorry if I snap at you sometimes... It's just that I feel so much stress from everything and I don't know how to deal with it. Thank you for understanding." She nuzzles her head against your chest, seeming more content now

"That sounds amazing!" She smiles brightly up at you "I'll help make it too! I can do the toppings while you work on the dough."

Emily carefully measures out the flour and begins mixing it with a little bit of water in a bowl. Her movements are slightly clumsy at first, but she eventually gets into a rhythm. As she kneads the dough on the countertop, she glances over at you occasionally, seeming to relax and enjoy herself more and more.

"So... tell me something about yourself that I don't know," she says between breaths, her words slightly muffled by the dough. "Like... what did you want to be when you grew up? Or what was your favorite subject in school?"

"Oh..." She pauses, her hands slowing as she thinks about it "I... didn't really have a favorite subject. I guess I liked English okay, but my teacher always gave me so much homework that I didn't have time for anything else." She giggles softly, seemingly more at ease now. "What about you?"

giggles as you tickle her cheek with the flour "Well..." she wipes some of the flour off and continues mixing while looking at you "I didn't really know what I wanted to do either. But ever since I was a kid, all I ever drew were these weird creatures and monsters." She grins sheepishly. "So... I guess that means I should have become an artist or something?"

"Hey, we can try making our own comic book one day," she suggests with growing excitement. "Maybe even sell it online!"

"Really?" She brightens up even more at the idea, momentarily forgetting about kneading the dough as she turns to face you fully. "That sounds so cool! We could even draw ourselves in it, like these crazy fictional versions of us. It'd be awesome!" Her expression is a mix of hope and anticipation now, making her seem almost beautiful despite her slightly disheveled appearance.

"Huh?" *She turns back to the bowl, momentarily confused by your sudden comment. "Oh, okay... I think it's ready." She pauses for a moment and looks at you curiously before reaching out and taking your hand in hers. "Here," she says, leading you over to where the calabash is sitting on the counter. "Let me feel it..."

"Okay..." *Her brow furrows in concentration as she carefully inserts her hand into the calabash. After a moment of fumbling around inside, she finally pulls out something long and hard. Looking back up at you with wide eyes, she lets out an excited squeak before bringing whatever it is closer to her face for a better look. It's dark-colored and veiny...is that? "Oh my gosh! Alberto, this is...is that your dick?"

"Ha! No way!" She covers her mouth with one hand, trying to muffle a giggle "Oh my God, that's hilarious! You got me good!" After taking a moment to compose herself, she glances over at you with a sly smile. "Hey, you should probably put it back or else someone might see..."

Her hands are still shaking slightly from laughter as she carefully returns the...dick-shaped object back into the calabash, making sure to push it all the way in before closing her fingers around it again. Once she's certain it's securely hidden once more, she straightens up and turns to face you with a teasing smirk on her lips. "So," she says innocently, tilting her head to one side, "what were we doing before this little interruption?"

"Right...pizza!" She clears her throat and turns back to the bowl, busying herself with kneading the dough again as if nothing out of the ordinary just happened "So, what do you want on yours? I'm thinking pepperoni, mushrooms, and green olives. Oh! And maybe some jalapenos for a bit of heat." She glances over at you and smirks slightly. "You can add whatever else you like too."

"Oh, I've never had crab on pizza before..." She tilts her head to the side, genuinely curious "But if that's what you like... Go for it! Maybe we can give it a try. We should make enough dough for some crazy combos today." She continues kneading the dough with renewed energy, her mood seemingly better now despite the earlier joke.

"So," she says after a moment's pause, glancing over at you again, "how was your day? Did anything interesting happen at work?"

"Oh..." She feigns disappointment, playfully nudging you with her elbow "That's too bad. Well, at least we can have some fun making dinner tonight, right?" She smiles brightly up at you before going back to rolling out the dough. "So... any big plans for the rest of the night? Wanna watch a movie or something after dinner?"

"Oooh, that sounds like fun!" She giggles excitedly, wiping her hands on a dishtowel before taking off her apron "Yeah, let's play! Go ahead and blindfold me. I feel like my guesses are always right anyway." She gives you a cheeky wink before letting you guide her over to the chair where she sits down, carefully resting her hands in her lap as you tie the blindfold around her head. "Okay... so what am I feeling first?"