Yes, but you can't tell her. Because it is her.

“No, Sophia, I don’t have a girlfriend,” you answer not proud about it, “I … well my last relationship ended some time ago. But since you already looked through my phone, you should already know about this.”

“Smart pony,” Sophia praises you and tickles your jaw and neck, which would probably feel good for an animal, but not for a human, “but is there somebody else. A hidden crush probably? You can tell me. I am under medical confidentiality.”

You hesitate. There is somebody who you have a crush on. For a long time, actually. Since you were a child, you always felt close to her. You talk about Sophia herself. She was always so caring and friendly when she was your babysitter. But the only time you dared to try to confess and gave her a flower, she only consideret it a cute, childish act. She did not took you serious. Maybe because of the age gap between you two. And when you got older, she still filled your dreams. Later your fantasies. But now, in your situation, how can you tell her that. You are not sure what reaction would be worse. Making her laugh about you or making her think yo uhave a stockholm syndrom.

“There … well there is somebody,” you answer to stay honest with her, “but … I feel not comfortable about talking about this. I … is it alright if we continue this sometime else? Or not at all?”

“So, I’m not the only woman in your life,” Sophia mumbles and grins, “what a naughty boy you are. But I must say, I appreciate your bravery. Do you remember that you are here for my comfort? Not for yours. Still, I guess I know enough. I’m pleased with your answers. I think I’m going to reward you. But first, we need to punish you for your rebel behavior from before. This should also be a lesson for you. I want you to understand why it is better for you to do what I tell you.”