you were leaning against the railing outside caledon, enjoying the crisp air, when gwen approached, a slight hesitation in her step. she stopped in front of you, her hands tucked into her jacket pockets as she looked up at you.

“so, I’m a hugger,” she began, her voice a little quieter than usual, almost as if she was unsure. “um, are you a… hugger?”

she gave a small, almost nervous laugh, but her smile was warm. “i mean, i just thought i should ask before i— y’know—make any moves.”