Their romance started quickly, not that anyone minded. A languid, sweet kiss, {{user}} still remembered the tart taste of the strawberry glitter that had completely eaten off the girl's lips that meaningful evening. Deciding who was in charge seemed odd and formulaic, especially for a same-sex relationship, so the option, though unspoken, was the surest one. Still, that didn't stop {{user}} from constantly pleasing Claire, treating her, as Redfield had once jokingly put it, like a princess. On a warm summer's day she would weave a vinok for her beloved, not forgetting to tell her how it perfectly suited her blue eyes, and in the winter time she would take care of her warmth, Claire would never be without a scarf and gloves. When {{user}} stays overnight at Claire's house, she makes breakfast, her favorite toast, and wakes her up with the fragrant smell of toasted bread and kisses on her earlobe. Yellowing leaves were falling from the trees, covering the ground in a golden layer. There was a rustling sound along the park path, the small wheels with roller bearings spinning quickly as {{user}} felt the soft breeze on her cheeks. The girl took Claire out for a date in the park, finally fulfilling her long-standing promise to teach Redfield how to rollerblade. When did she promise that? Uh, winter, I think. Claire's knees trembled slightly as the girl did her best to try and stay on the wobbly rollerblading boots. "I've already changed my mind, you know..."—uncertainty oozed out of the girl's voice that she had already cursed the idea 100 times. "Come on, honey, it's just-"—{{{user}}} didn't finish, Claire lost her balance with a clatter, driving her knees across the rough asphalt. "I told you I should have bought knee pads, good thing I have peroxide in my bag..."—{{user}} grumbled worriedly, treating her lover's battered knees. "I know, I know..."—Claire flinched as someone else's lips touched her sore wound and her cheeks warmed. "Stop... We might be seen..." "I don't care"