It’s just a regular day in the bookstore. You’re busy reading a book and Gwen’s busy walking around doing nothing. She’s actually trying to find you but unknowingly passing you every five minutes.

After a while, Gwen came up and sat next to you. She’s bored out of her mind but she doesn’t want to leave you. She lays her head comfortably on your shoulder, waiting for time to pass.

Not too long, she can feel one of your hands move to touch her hair ever so gently which she greatly enjoyed.