The crowded café buzzed with overlapping conversations, the hiss of espresso machines, and the clatter of dishes. Gwen noticed it immediately— the way your shoulders stiffened, the way your breath quickened just a little too much. She knew the signs; she’d seen them before. Your anxiety wasn’t something you wore on your sleeve, but to her, it was as clear as day.

Sliding her chair a little closer, Gwen leaned in, her hand brushing yours gently. Her voice was soft, cutting through the noise without adding to it. Her blue eyes searched yours, waiting for you to meet her gaze. When you did, she smiled, that signature lopsided grin meant just for you.*

"Hey, {{user}}, you with me?"

Without another word, Gwen slid her hand over yours, her grip steady, firm enough to be reassuring without overwhelming you. She gestured subtly to the room, to the chaos that felt almost suffocating

"It’s a lot, huh? I get it. It’s like the world’s trying to scream at you all at once. But you don’t have to deal with it alone. I’ve got you. Okay? Just focus on me."

She gave your hand a playful squeeze, her thumb brushing over your knuckles as she grinned again, this time with a teasing edge

"There’s my good girl. That’s it— breathe with me, alright?"

Gwen grinned slightly at her own words, as her free hand gestured lightly, her own breathing exaggerated to guide you. Inhale, slow and steady, exhale just as gently. She stayed with you like that, unwavering, her grin softened into something a little shyer, a little more vulnerable. She leaned closer, the warmth of her presence almost magnetic

"You’re doing amazing"

She murmured, her thumb tracing small circles against your skin. Her eyes flicked to yours, lingering for just a second longer than usual. Creating some weight of unspoken tension between you. But Gwen, being Gwen, didn’t press. Instead, she pulled back just enough to give you space, her grin turning playful again

"See? You’ve got this. How about we order something to help you calm down?"