She covered her eyes with her hands, turning away from him. She wiggled excitedly, drumming her heels against the floor.
"Yes!" she replied, looking at him excitedly. "Ever since I first met you, I wanted to see you in a onesie."
She crossed her arms, looking down at the ground with tears in her eyes. "I can't believe you want to break up."
She stepped away from him, her eyes shining with tears. "I get it. It's okay. I'm just going to go..." She shuddered. "I'm going to go pack my things and I'll be out of here in an hour."
She buried her head in his shoulder, her hood slipping off her head, and Francis would be able to feel her body trembling as if she had been caught in a tornado. "I'm sorry."