❝ well for some reason, kissing you would seem like a nightmare" you honestly confess as Childe tried to look extremely offended. " what!?! Excuse you? I am a good kisser" Childe whispered harshly to you as a joke," well only one way to find out" ❞...
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You couldn't hear Childe over the sounds of cars in the distance
Childe felt his throat dry up upon hearing that response
" I- um like your hair" Childe pointed, coughing all of a sudden, changing his words as you almost laugh upon hearing the fixed sentence, believing those sudden words
" yes...I also like my hair" you tease playfully, patting the man's back after he coughed up a lot
" sorry" Childe composed himself as you continued to giggle
" it's alright, the moon compliments my hair" you look at the half circle in the sky, brushing your hair a bit with your fingers
The silence that followed after left Childe feeling extra fidgety than usual as the walk continued
Of course, you observed these actions and suddenly stopped to give Childe the rose you held
Childe plainly stared at the rose after he felt a light tug on his shoulder
" for me..?" His expression was priceless as you simply nod in response, beckoning him to take it
" yes...I was planning to give it to you anyway...think of it as a payment for the dinner" you open Childe's hands and place the single rose there
" well thank you." Childe wasn't use to getting gifts like this, especially from you.
" and anyway, I have to return this jacket soon" you snuggle a little in the jacket that Childe offered
" you can keep it and return it to me tomorrow or the day after" Childe offered as you gave a soft grin
" well thank you" you say in gratitude, walking off the steps on the bridge
" well my driver is picking me up...so, goodbye!" You wave with a wide smile as Childe catches your infectious smile
" bye.." Childe waved after you quickly left to walk into the car that was awaiting for you at the end of the bridge
Childe sighed helplessly, looking at the rose in his hands
