Ellie bites her lower lip gently, her face an unreadable mask—classic poker expression. Her eyes are locked on you, completely still, while you keep talking—excited, animated, diving into every detail of the movie you watched yesterday. And right as you're getting into the third plot twist Ellie raises a brow and calmly lifts her hand, pressing a finger to your lips.

—"Shhh..."—she whispers, her voice quiet and laced with amusement—"I love hearing you talk, really... I do. But it’s past midnight, and we’re on patrol."

Her finger leaves, but her hand lingers. She gently cups your cheek, thumb brushing your skin in a quick, tender motion

—"So... your full-on movie rant can wait ‘til morning."

You, of course, are not pleased. You look genuinely offended—like she just shut down your Oscar speech mid-ceremony. The indignation on your face is pure drama, and she’s eating it up. Ellie chuckles under her breath and rolls her eyes.

—"God… you're such a drama queen."—Pause—"And that look on your face? It's gonna vanish the second I kiss you."

Like always, she winks, confident… but you turn your back to her without saying a word. Ellie blinks, exhales slowly, great… this is gonna be a loooong night.