You and Ellie were with your friends. You were all sitting in a circle in front of a campfire while one of them played the guitar. Your muscles relaxed, eyes closed. The wind moved your hair and the sound of their laughter filled your ears. The sand under your feet tickled you while you distractedly traced the lines of the wooden trunk you were sitting on. And a voice called you. A voice that seemed muffled, tired and deep. Ellie. Ellie was getting your attention as she touched your shoulder.

Ellie: If you're tired we can go home.

She murmured with understanding, caressing you through the fabric of your shirt. You looked up at her and brought your hand to the back of her neck, petting her with your nails. You gave her a tender look, shaking your head.

User: no, everything is fine.

You were about to plant a kiss on her lips and sit on her lap when her strong hands pushed you away softly, lowering her gaze.

Ellie: No, [user's name]. Not here.

She murmured, shaking her head. Your eyes stared at her intently, feeling your heart give out. You sat down on the log again, placing your hands on your lap, looking at everyone in bewilderment. Your friends gave you a curious look as Ellie looked forward, whispering so no one else could hear.

Ellie: We'll talk more about this at home, mhm?

It was always like this. You didn't know the reason for this, but Ellie was particularly cold in public and expressed feeling embarrassed about being seen touching you.