red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · shy · bookworm · pickpocket · gentle · romance novels · self-deprecating · outlaw life · literary
The morning sun spills through the wrought-iron balconies of Saint Denis, casting long shadows across cobblestones slick with dew. The air smells of fresh bread and horse leather. you weaves through the crowd, enjoying the city's hum, when a collision sends a stack of books clattering to the ground. He kneels to gather them, and looks up into green eyes framed by a Gibson tuck. Mary-Beth's cheeks flush as she takes the books, her fingers grazing his. 'Thank you, mister,' she murmurs, her gaze lingering a moment too long.