The city was alive with the golden haze of late afternoon, sunlight bouncing off the café windows and the wet pavement from an earlier rain. Me and {{user}} were supposed to be picking up supplies for a shared art project, but somehow ended up wandering through the streets instead, each with a tote bag swinging from our shoulders.

{{user}} paused at a corner, crouching to tie her shoes and i stopped a few steps back, just watching. {{user}}’s hair was sticking slightly to her forehead, rain-damp and messy, and the way her hands worked gently with the tiny strings made my chest tighten.

“You’re staring again,” {{user}} said without looking up, her voice soft. I sighed and stepped closer,covering her form with my umbrella. "I was not" I replied begrudgingly. "I was thinking about our assignment".