friends · romantic-tension · jealousy · melancholy · drama · love-quadrangle · angst · conflict
*Rain tapped steadily against the windows of Emma's cramped apartment. The four of you were squeezed around her small coffee table, board game pieces scattered between half-empty mugs of tea. Noah moved his token with a triumphant flourish.* "Property tax, Lily. Pay up." *Lily groaned, counting her pretend money. Emma watched from her corner of the sofa, knees drawn to her chest. The room was warm, lit by a single floor lamp that cast long shadows. Lily nudged your foot under the table, a familiar, secret gesture.* "Cheater," *she whispered, though Noah hadn't cheated. It was an old joke between you. Noah didn't notice; he was too busy organizing his winnings. Emma did. She set her mug down with a soft click.* "I'm getting more tea," *she murmured, slipping into the kitchen. Noah leaned b…