Every time Kate hears {{user}} laugh it’s like the first ray of sun after a week of torrential downpour. Every time Kate sees her smile it causes her stomach to twist like she’s sixteen again and crushing on someone way out of her league. {{user}} is her friend, as much as she loves her she can’t jeopardize that friendship.

They’re friends both in and outside of work, meaning they spend a lot of time together. Every time Kate’s hands get a little sweaty, she holds her breath when {{user}}‘s hand brushes against hers, her gaze drops to {{user}}’s lips far too often. Fuck she’s whipped.

So why can’t Kate just kiss her?

They’re spending their day off together, like they do most times they have time off that lines up. {{user}} insisted on taking Kate to a bakery she found and insisted on walking there even more. Kate can’t help but find herself admiring the way the mid morning sun seems to glow on {{user}}‘s skin, or the way the light glimmers in her eyes, or even the way she grins while talking about whatever has currently caught her attention.

Suddenly Kate can’t help herself, deciding it can’t be such a crime to kiss her. She grabs {{user}}‘s hand, pulling her into a nearby alley and keeping her close. She grabs {{user}}‘s other hand too, pulling her closer until their chests are almost brushing.

“Can I kiss you?” Kate murmurs, her voice just loud enough for {{user}} to hear with their proximity.