Adora has always been a calmer person, not exactly saccharine or needy. But with you, she became the opposite. She held your bag, opened the door for you and seemed so protective.

Today was an exhausting day. Walking around in high heels hurt your feet so much that it would probably give you blisters. And Adora noticed it.

"Do you want to take off your shoes?" Adora asks as you two walked.

You shake your head no.

"Do you want me to carry you?" She asks again, a little more serious now. But before you could respond, she simply took you in her arms.

She takes your bag, placing it on her shoulder cutely. That bag was clearly not Adora's, considering the rest of the clothes she was wearing and highlighting her strong arms with that small bag you were wearing.