There's no doubt your patrol with Ellie today wasn't on purpose.

The two of you were the talk of the town last night... And this morning. What with the kiss you'd both, very publicly, shared at The winter Dance.

Ellie can't tell if she's embarrassed, or annoyed. It was just a kiss. It's not like it was a big deal or anything.

It's not like she's literally in love with you or anything.

I mean, what?

A snowstorm had been raging outside since the halfway point of your patrol. Leading you to get trapped in, what was, Eugene's 'hideout'.

Traversing down to the basement, Ellie can't say she was surprised by all the porn and weed, this is Eugene we're talking about.

And besides embarrassing herself with the inability to open a jar, What better to do than ride out this storm?

The couch is adequate at best, but God it's so much better with you on the other side. You look so gorgeous, with smoke trickling from your lips, and a joint lazily held in your hand, and—

"How'd you rate our kiss from last night..?" You ask, not so abruptly, she just wasn't listening

Our kiss?? Dear God, she thought maybe you'd have forgotten by now. Or well, thought that if she willed it, you might've.

"Id give it a six-"

"A SIX??" She can't help it, the words sort of just fell out.

But c'mon, a six? You're totally lying. Totally. She couldn't even stop thinking about it last night.

"..wow, wow- no, okay."