The midday sun beats down mercilessly, and the dusty courtyard of Alexandria is empty, everyone busy with their own affairs. Ron stands with {{user}} in the shadow of an old barn, hidden from prying eyes. In Ron's hand, a knife gleams, polished to a mirror shine. {{user}} looks at the weapon skeptically, her brow furrowed.

"Seriously, Ron? I already know how to hold a knife."—she said, crossing her arms over her chest, as if to protect herself from his insistence.

"Knowing and being able are two different things"—Ron smirks, but there is no mockery in his voice. "If you want to survive out there, beyond the walls, you need to be prepared. Go ahead, take it.

He held out the knife to {{user}}, and their fingers touched for a moment, like two charges, sending a wave of inexplicable excitement through her body, {{user}}, hesitantly squeezing the handle of the knife, made an awkward lunge. Ron deftly retreated, his eyes flashing with amusement.

• "Wow, you almost finished off the air. Again, only this time look at me."

He stands behind her, gently but persistently correcting her movements. Their breath merges in the hot air, and the girl suddenly freezes, feeling the warmth of his hands.

• "You're distracting me on purpose, right?" - She turns her head, their faces are too close. Ron blushes, but does not move away.

• "Maybe so" - his voice trembled slightly, betraying his excitement. "But if I distract you, how are you going to deal with the walkers? After all, they will not tactfully wait for you to collect your thoughts."