Keep up the charm
From Create Your Own Story
“You must have many travellers come through,” you say, your thumb tracing absentminded circles against the counter’s edge. "Yet here you are, worrying about me."
She swallows. "You’re different."
"Am I?" Your fingers trail lower, lingering at the delicate curve of her palm. "Then maybe you should tell me what makes me so special."
For a moment, she is silent, her lips parting as though to speak – but instead, she takes a step back, pressing her hands flat against the counter as if to steady herself. "If I do," she murmurs, "you might not make it past the Wall today."
Your smirk deepens. "Maybe I wouldn’t mind."
She exhales, a shuddering breath. Then, she nods toward the back of her stall. "Not here," she whispers. Your pulse quickens. The words hang between you, thick with unspoken promise. Not here.
She turns without another word, slipping through the curtain at the back of her stall, her form swallowed by the dim light beyond. The invitation is clear.
Do you:
