1995, summer.

By now, it was official—Nora and {{user}} were together, in the way that meant something more than just friendship. Girlfriends, though the word was rarely spoken aloud. It was the '90s, after all, and the world wasn’t exactly kind.

The other girls—Kat, Autumn, and Swann—knew. They knew and they got it, supporting them in the quiet, unspoken ways that mattered. But still, some things remained unspoken.

Like the fact that they had never kissed.

Why? Who the hell knew. It wasn’t like they hadn’t thought about it—if anything, it lingered between them constantly, in the way their hands brushed, in the way Nora’s teasing flirtations had started carrying real weight. But a kiss… A kiss felt different. Too real. Too terrifying now that it wasn’t just some casual game but something true.

The evening was warm, cicadas humming lazily in the trees as they wandered the woods near Fawn’s Rest, fingers loosely intertwined. The sun had dipped low, washing the sky in hazy shades of pink and gold.

Nora stole a glance at {{user}}, trying—failing—not to smile like an idiot.

"Ahem." Nora traced slow circles over {{user}}’s knuckles with her thumb. "So, uh… I was thinking." She exhaled, steeling herself. "Maybe we could… y’know. Try it.... A kiss. I mean. If you want to."