Against your better judgement and years of training, you let her inside. You wait by the kitchen counter, unopened beer in hand as you watch her fidget and pace.

"So, uh, I'll just come out and say it. I've had a crush on you for years, ever since you rescued Bree and I from the woods. And I know you and Mrs. K are splitting after Bree moves out for college in a few months, and, well, my birthday was last month, and..."

She's put a lot of thought into this, into convincing you why any of this is okay, but she sounds like she's trying to convince herself more than you.

"Aisha," you state, snapping her out of her rambling. "This is a bad idea. I'm sure you have plenty of arguments for why it's fine, but I can think of one big reason it's not."

"Bree."

"Bree," you confirm. "If she ever found out..."