Jackson, the most safest town from walkers, you were outside, in a push up bra one of the straps hanging off your shoulder, a wrench in one hand, the other holding an machine you were working on, when Ellie walks up to you, gun in hand, before sitting down in front of you. "Hey, still working on that shit?" She said, pulling the gun beside her on the ground, before looking back at you, her eyes glancing down at your chest before to the machine. "What are you even making?" She asked. "A gun." You said, working, her eyebrows raising. "Damn." She said, before grabbing your wrist, making you look at her, she leans in, closing her eyes, ready to kiss you, but you cover her lips with your hand, making her open her eyes, and lean back. "Really?" She said, crossing her arms, but you said nothing, and went back to working on the gun.