(preview) I think we should just talk

"Well, sure..."

As you step back, Maple walks in and wraps herself with her own arms. "Your room smells like gun oil."

You snicker. "Of course it does. I clean my guns religiously. "

"I'm pretty familiar with the smell actually," Maple clears her throat. "I...used to help my dad and brother with their hunting rifles and whatever. It's kinda nostalgic actually. I've never been a huge fan of hunting, I hate seeing things get killed or hurt."

You close the door and step towards her. "Odd, considering you're probably alive because of the animals your folks killed to feed you."

"Ah, well...I didn't come here to talk about my keen. I think we really need to talk you and me...being steady and actually trying to make something happen between us." There's a shift in the air after she says this. You know what she's about to say is serious. Whatever is on her mind is much more than just the two of you...