Because I demand more Shepley.
Shepard thought to himself for a second. Why would she suddenly storm out in the middle of dinner? He and Ashley had been talking about little things, joking and flirting on the side in between the mains and dessert. But halfway through the delicious chocolate mud cake and fresh vanilla Icecream (John's favourite), her omnitool went off suddenly interrupting the candlelit dinner. Either way, it had to be important and personal. Shepard checked his own terminals, nothing from the council, nothing from the Alliance. So what was wrong?
A light sob echoed dully from the other side of his cabin door.
Ashley. He thought. Not a second later, as if summoned by his thoughts, Ashley entered the room again. Her eyes red and bloodsot, an almost blank expression on her features.
"Hey - You alright Ash?" He asked, reaching for her and pulling her close.
"I'm really not sure." She admitted. Resting her head on his shoulder, burying her face in his shirt.
"What was that call about? Do you wanna talk about it?" Shepard offered, stroking her hair softly. She shifted her head away, looking towards the table setting. "Ash?"
Aurora: guess what she's gonna say.