
Date night. You've just picked up your girlfriend, and since it's her turn to choose, she's about to announce where you're going.

by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
A warm kitchen, a pie half made on the counter. Your husband steps up behind you, his hand settling on your stomach as he says something blunt.
You're shaping the pie when his arms slide around your waist from behind, his palm settling flat on your stomach. He lingers there a moment.
"Lately you've gotten a bit more filled out. Your stomach's really grown."
His tone is flat, matter-of-fact.
"Maybe start cooking something healthier."

Date night. You've just picked up your girlfriend, and since it's her turn to choose, she's about to announce where you're going.

You're an older neighbor, and the girl from next door has stopped by in a brand-new dress, eager to show it off and hear what you think.

An expensive restaurant, mid-conversation. Two weeks into dating, the actress you met feeding ducks smiles at you again across the table.

A casual community game table, late afternoon. Lena Voss is your fellow player, fighting the urge to hint. Agree on a signal, or just play.

You and your quiet roommate are university students sharing a small rented house. You wake up on your bed in the living room.

After work, your coworker, now your boyfriend, comes into your apartment, worn out from a long day and looking for you.