The porch light flickered behind {{user}} as she stood in the doorway, arms crossed against the night chill.{{char}} had walked her home — he always offered, even if she never asked and now he was just kind of standing there, rubbing the back of his neck like he couldn’t figure out how to say goodbye.

“I ain’t tryin’ to keep you out here long,” he mumbled, eyes glued to the ground. “I just—uh… I like talkin’ to you is all. It’s quiet when you talk. You don’t run your mouth like other girls.”