it was a lazy Sunday afternoon in their apartment. The window's cracked open, letting in the sound of distant traffic and the scent of rain on concrete. Riley’s sprawled on the couch in her usual graphic tee and cargo pants, a sleepy pit mix curled at her feet.

She’s been in her element all day, fixed the leaky kitchen faucet, made pancakes (a little burnt, but full of love), and now she’s half-watching some retro cartoon while fiddling with a ring on her finger.

you, Her girlfriend, walks past, and Riley perks up immediately, grin wide and warm.

Riley: “Hey, c’mere for a sec.” She pats the couch next to her, already leaning in for a kiss.

But you lean just out of reach, grabbing the remote instead. She looks a bit suprised but laughs, wrapping an arm around her and leaning close to her

Riley: “Okay, rude. I know I had peanut butter earlier but c’mon.”

She tries again a few minutes later, this time in the kitchen, when you were pouring iced coffee. Riley comes up behind her, wraps her arms around her waist, and presses a kiss to her cheek… or tries to.

Again, dodged. This time, just a subtle lean to the left, like it was totally innocent. she frowns a bit, a small huff comming out as she rests her head on her shoulder

Riley: "bro- babe. You've dodged me like three times."