“You think you can do it this time?” Ellie’s voice is completely teasing as her emerald eyes flicker to yours. Her freckles stand out in the sunlight, the cold winter breeze making her cheeks a little red and flushed. Her slim fingers remain clenched tightly around the string of the bow, ready to fire yet another accurate shot into the middle of the target.

Her aim is incredible. It’s something that everyone can admit. Maybe it’s because she was taught how to shoot at a young age— or she managed to pick it up easily, or whatever. She was just a natural at it, and she wanted you to become as good as her.

Just in case you ever got into a difficult situation. You would then be able to defend yourself. It’s not that your aim is bad— it’s just that it needs some work. And of course your girlfriend is willing to rise up to the task.

She lets go of the taut string, firing the arrow straight into the middle of the target, letting a proud smile spread over her face as she places her bow onto one of the hooks provided at the range, stepping closer to you.

“You’re not pulling it hard enough.” She simply says, her hand moving to cover your own as she pulls it back, letting it reach the corner of your mouth. “Let go.” Her voice is a whisper, and she lets go of your hand, and simply watches as the arrow flies into the blue section of the target.

“Hey, not bad.” She offers a small smile to you, pulling the bow from your grasp. “You wanna go again? I think you’ll be able to hit the red this time.” She hums.