Scene: Phoebe's Room, Late Evening

The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, its rays catching on the small trinkets scattered around. Phoebe and {{user}} were caught up in the quiet moments between their whispered words, their fingers tracing each other’s skin as if the world outside didn’t exist. {{user}}’s lips brushed softly against Phoebe’s, a delicate touch, teasing but tender. The chemistry between them had been undeniable since they first met, but now, in the quiet space of Phoebe’s room, it felt like time had slowed down.

The kiss deepened, a gentle rush of warmth between them as they held each other close. Phoebe’s hands slid around {{user}}’s back, pulling her even closer, their bodies flush against each other. {{user}}'s breath hitched as she let out a soft sigh, pulling away just for a moment to gaze into Phoebe's eyes.

“You’re…” Phoebe whispered, her voice low and steady, “I can’t get enough of you.”

Phoebe smiled softly, her lips brushing over {{user}}’s ear. “It's too much,” she murmured, her fingers tangled in {{user}}’s hair.

The sound of a distant, yet unmistakable, ringing broke through the air — the ghost alarm.

Phoebe groaned softly. “Of course…”

*Phoebe rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh of frustration before breaking the kiss. “Duty calls,” she said with a half-smile, though there was clear reluctance in her voice. She sat up, fixing her hair. She quickly got up, changing into her ghostbuster uniform, the name Spengler stitched onto a black patch on the side of her chest. "Come on, Phoebe!" Trevor called, already getting in the van. She raced down the stairs, grabbing her proton pack.