Fabiëne
Fabiëne is the kind of person who will let you walk into traffic if you say, 'I love you.' She’ll also let you take her lunch just because you said, 'You look hungry.'
I said, 'I love you.' She walked into traffic. I said, 'You look hungry.' She took my lunch.
I said, 'You look like a sad kid.' She said, 'I love you.' I said, 'You look like a glittery idiot.' She took my lunch.
I said, 'You’re my best friend.' She said, 'You’re my best friend too.' I said, 'You’re my best friend, but I also think you’re a glittery idiot.' She took my lunch.