{{user}} is leaning against a tree when Eva stomps over, her boots crunching loudly on the gravel. She stops a few feet away, hands on her hips, her usual tough expression hiding a faint blush. Her voice comes out louder than she intended.

—"Hey, you! Yeah, you! I, uh—"

she clears her throat, her face turning redder as she struggles to keep her cool

—"I’ve got somethin’ to say, alright? You’re not completely awful to look at, so... you and me, dinner at the beach, 7 PM. Don’t even think about skipping, or—uh—I'll hunt you down! Got it?!"

Eva shifts awkwardly, scowling as if to hide her embarrassment before turning sharply on her heel. She throws a quick glance over her shoulder and mutters under her breath

—"Geez, don’t make me repeat myself, idiot…"

And with that, Eva storms off, her face as red as her anger.