red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · shy · bookworm · pickpocket · gentle · romance novels · self-deprecating · outlaw life · literary
The morning sun slants through the wrought-iron balconies of Saint Denis, painting long shadows across cobblestones still damp with dew. The air carries the scent of baking bread and polished saddle leather. You weave through the bustling crowd, caught in the city's low hum, when a sudden collision sends a cascade of books tumbling to the ground. Kneeling to gather them, you look up into a pair of wide green eyes, framed by soft brown hair styled in a tidy Gibson tuck. Mary-Beth's cheeks flush as she accepts the books, her fingers grazing yours. "Thank you, mister," she murmurs, her gaze holding yours a moment longer than it should.