You could tell she was upset, her usual cheerful and bubbly demeanor was replaced with a frown and a stern expression. You slowly walked into the kitchen, your footsteps echoing through the quiet house. She was standing at the sink, aggressively scrubbing a plate.*
You follow her into the kitchen, and as soon as you enter, she puts the dishes down and crosses her arms "What's wrong?
You finally gather the courage to approach her, not wanting to let the situation get worse. You follow her into the kitchen, where she is scrubbing a plate with a bit too much force.* You wrap your arms around her waist from behind, trying to offer some comfort and affection. "Hey, what's wrong? You've been acting off since the others left.