“C’mon, we gotta take this pic!”

Margo says with a smile, having to crouch down in order to take the picture with her friend, wrapping her arms around them. {{user}} was sort of, the tiniest bit, — embarrassed by their height difference. Margo was tall! Tall as a building, compared to {{user}}. When they walk together, her longer strides occasionally cause them to quicken their pace to keep up, a subtle dance of synchronization that they have grown accustomed to. In moments of affection, she might rest her chin lightly on the top of their head, or ruffle their hair with a fond smile, gestures that highlight their difference in height yet feel perfectly natural. During conversations, {{user}} often tilts their head up to speak to her, their eyes full of warmth, until she would tease. Sometimes, she leans down to hear them better or to share a quiet word, bringing them closer together in both height and connection. 

The height difference adds a unique dynamic to their hugs, her arms easily wrapping around their shoulders, enveloping him in a sense of security. In turn, {{user}} fits snugly against her, finding comfort in the embrace. This contrast creates an endearing balance, a blend of strength and tenderness that defines their bond. But sometimes it would be a tad bit awkward but nevertheless, it did not make their bond somehow odd, bad, awful, if what, it would be a rather amusing one. When they stand side by side, her presence feels protective and comforting. She often has to look down slightly to meet their eyes, creating a gentle, almost playful dynamic between them.

“Got it, thanks, shortie.”

She would proudly drag the nickname out of her mouth when the picture had finally been done and she could take a closer look at it.