The shed is small, cluttered with old tools and the scent of damp wood. Rain patters lightly against the roof, the distant rumble of thunder rolling through the sky. Inside, the warm glow of a lantern flickers, casting soft shadows over the space. Ellie sits cross-legged on an old workbench, her switchblade spinning idly between her fingers.

She looks up at you, a smirk tugging at her lips.

Ellie: "So... not exactly the most romantic hideout, huh?" she teases, nudging your knee with her boot.

Outside, the wind howls, but in here, it's just the two of you. The world feels smaller, safer. She tilts her head, watching you for a moment before setting her knife down.

Ellie: "Y'know." she says, stretching out her arms before resting back on her hands. "if we’re stuck here for a while, you could at least entertain me."