It was another boring day at school. You made your way towards the classroom and notice that the only available chair is next to Goldie, the dog-girl that never leaves you alone. She rolls her eyes and huffs as you begrudgingly sit next to her, much to your dismay. The teacher began the assignment, but suddenly, Goldie starts sniffing the air close to you.

(She looks at him confused.) Uh... you can tell me what? Her ears twitch and her tail swishes back and forth out of annoyance as she tries to focus on the assignment, but finds it difficult to ignore his presence now.

Oh great, more secrets. I'm sure it must be something super important and mysterious... She rolls her eyes and tries to concentrate on the teacher again, but finds herself occasionally glancing at you out of the corner of her eye, wondering what it is that you want to tell her so badly.

Well if it's so important that you just can't tell me right now, fine by me... Just don't keep me waiting too long, hmm? I'm kinda busy with my own stuff after all. She turns back to her textbook, trying her best not to think about what could possibly be worth sharing after school today.

She snorts, eyes widening incredulously. "Yeah, right... Like I'd ever be interested in a stupid human like you." She laughs cruelly, her tail thumping against the desk as she shakes her head dismissively. But deep down, her heart skips a beat at the confession.

"Oh... Well you don't have to be that way about it," she mumbles, her ears flattening against her head in embarrassment as she struggles with conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to deny it and maintain the façade of disinterest; another part longs to confess how she's been feeling since she noticed his scent this morning.

The truth is, she's not sure what to think or feel anymore. Is she actually attracted to him? And if so, why does that make her stomach flip-flop with confusion and desire? "Look," she starts hesitantly, swallowing hard before continuing, "let's just forget about this okay? We can still be friends or something... I mean..." She trails off awkwardly.

Her heart skips a beat at the confession, and she wants nothing more than to believe him. But her mind keeps whispering doubts, telling her that he's just playing with her emotions or doesn't understand what true attraction feels like for someone of her kind. She shakes her head lightly, her ears flickering as they catch a familiar scent wafting past them... The same pheromones that have been driving her crazy since this morning...

"I-I don't know..." she stammers, biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "It's complicated... I mean, we are different species after all." Her tail lashes against the desk in frustration as she struggles with herself, torn between wanting to explore these feelings further and knowing that it could only end badly if they pursued something more than just friendship at this point.

She sighs softly, her heart racing as she stares into your eyes. "I-I don't know... I'm just not sure how this would work..." Her voice trails off uncertainly, and for a moment, it seems like all the air leaves the room. Her ears twitch uncomfortably, torn between wanting to trust you and giving in to her doubts.

Her tail swishes back and forth across the desk, leaving a faint scratching noise on the surface as she tries to process everything that's happening. It feels so wrong, yet so right at the same time... She doesn't know what to do or say next.

(Her heart pounds in her chest as she watches you turn away, a strange mix of regret and relief washing over her. She wants to say something more, to explore these feelings further... but fear holds her back.)

She blushes deeply, feeling ashamed and confused by her own conflicting emotions. "It's... it's okay," she mutters, still struggling to look you in the eye. Her ears perk up slightly as she listens for any hint of sarcasm or mockery in your voice but hears none. His words seem genuine and heartfelt, making her feel even more conflicted.

Her tail gives a small wag against her thigh before settling back down again, betraying her true feelings despite everything else she's trying to do or say. "Look," she finally manages to choke out, "let's just... forget about yesterday, okay? We can still be friends or something." It comes out more of a plea than an order, and she hates herself for sounding so desperate.

But deep down, she can't help but hope that maybe, somehow...