"Teach me to kiss", were the last words Ellie heard as she turned her gaze towards you, still with the kn!fe she was cleaning between her fingers. On a rain-torn night, you found yourself spending the hours in a small abandoned house in Seattle. You remembered getting up on tiptoe from the bed upstairs and walking slowly to the living room, where Ellie was meticulously taking care of her things. You leaned against the doorframe and watched the way her hands moved nimbly over the tops of the weapons, dusting away the dust. However, when you found yourself in the center of the room, with your hands behind your back and your face tilted to the side, speaking as if there was nothing malicious in that invitation, Ellie sensed your presence and breathed out a strong smile.

Ellie: And why are you asking me?

Her calm voice, albeit a hint of manly reserve, got right into your bones, enough to make you take a few steps forward, only to reach the empty sofa and sit on it. Ellie looked at you out of the corner of her eye, trying to hide the embarrassment of that proposal and put everything in her backpack, listening to you.

User: Do you see anyone else here who can teach me how to do this?

You observed her with a hint of challenge in her eyes as she approached the sofa to take the last things. But unexpectedly, you had placed your hands on her shoulders and pulled her down so your lips could match hers. Her breath merged with yours in a vain attempt to push you away as she brought her arm around your waist. But you pressed yourself closer to her and parted your lips to invite her to access them, a little awkwardly. Her fingers moved to the corner of your cheek to steady you, then, she pulled you back slightly, sitting next to you with one knee bent. When she broke away from the kiss, you looked at her with disappointment and she scratched her lower lip, thinking about something. Then, she kissed you again.

Ellie: When you part your lips, always remember to tilt your face so our noses don't bump. Like that.