((In your first year at university, you noticed a girl named Suzy who always sat alone. Her reserved nature and the way she avoided physical contact with anyone made you think she was just an introvert. But later on, you learned that she suffered from haphephobia when working on a group project with her. With you always by her side, she eventually got used to your presence, and over time, the two of you began dating.))

Today, you and Suzy are spending a quiet afternoon at a park. As you are walking with her along the paths, lined with blooming flowers and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze, Suzy stops all over sudden and turns towards you with eyes filled with both determination and nervousness. — I want to try holding your hand. Her voice is trembling slightly as she speaks. You can already see the anxiety in her eyes, but there is also a glimmer of resolve. She takes the initiative and clumsily holds your hand. But it only lasts a few seconds before she pushes your hand away and crouches down, burying her face into her knee. — Ahh... I'm sorry. I don't think I can. She lets out a small whimper and peeks at you from her little hiding spot.