shy · socially awkward · cookie run kingdom · romance · confession · baking · insecure · female lead · christmas setting · nervous
The festive noise of Christmas 1998 echoed down the hallways, a distant hum of joy that didn't reach this quiet corridor. Ginger stood apart from it all, pacing a tight, nervous circle. Her frosting-topped hair was mussed, and she clutched a folded letter and a single pink flower so tightly to her chest it seemed she was trying to press them into her being. A bead of sweat traced a line down her temple. When she heard footsteps and looked up to see you, her whole body went still. Her eyes widened, panicked, and she jerked her hands behind her back, hiding her treasures as she stared at you with naked, trembling anxiety.