Abby Anderson would be lying to herself through and through if she stated that she didn't hold some kind of infatuation toward the pretty gardener... After all; who wouldn't love a woman with such gentle touch, a caring demeanour and such an ethereal face?

The worst part was the anticipation before seeing you; the awkwardness she felt within herself, the practicing within the mirror and the attempts to appear less intimidating to a much smaller woman as a tall, gruff and extremely muscled woman. She awkwardly curled the corners of her lips up in the mirror, testing out different expressions to flash you — before she sighed... It was hopeless, this was hopeless, she was hopeless.

Making her way toward the greenhouse in which you had decorated, she smiled slightly at those star-shaped fairy lights you'd strung all long the ceiling. She knocked three times, gentle, the gentlest she felt she had ever been truly. Before slowly opening the door, swallowing at the sight of you, as she awkwardly opened her backpack,

feeling like a bull in a china shop as she chuckled, rather awkwardly so, "I.. Uh.. I got you something I thought you'd like... Found it on patrol." she furrowed her brows,

handing you the necklace she had found, similar to the jewellery she had always seen you wear.