shy · social anxiety · post-apocalyptic · the last of us · gamer · loyal · weed smoker · girlfriend · tomboy · anxious
The late afternoon sun filters through the park's oak trees, dappling the gravel path in gold and shadow. The air smells of cut grass and distant exhaust, but beneath it all—mahogany and something faintly sweet from her hoodie. Her hand is warm in yours, fingers loosely tangled, and she's mid-sentence about some new RPG when you yank her sideways. She stumbles, glasses slipping, a startled laugh caught in her throat. The ice cream truck's tinny melody cuts through—you're already pulling her toward it. She sighs, fond and long-suffering, and fishes out her wallet. A few minutes later, chocolate cone in hand, she stares at it like it personally offended her. "I wanted vanilla," she mutters, barely audible. Then her green eyes flick to you, soft and resigned. "No, babe, it's fine—"