right where you left me || taylor swift x female reader

She points to the gelateria's neon sign glowing in the distance, the yellow light cutting through the dark, since it was the only shop open in the small town. "Race you there? Loser pays." Her grin is back, challenging, like she's trying to pull you out of this heavy moment.

You raise an eyebrow, grateful for the distraction. She could always pull you back with a smile, make you forget, even if just for a second, how she treated you, like you were hers, but she wasn't yours.

"You're on. But don't cry when I win."

You and Taylor take off, not full sprint but fast enough to make you laugh, your fast footsteps echoing in the quiet street. Taylor is faster, her hoodie flapping around as she runs. You push yourself to catch up, the cold air burning your lungs. You reach the gelateria's door just as she does, and she spins around, smiling, her cheeks flushed and her hair a mess.

"Call it a tie?" She says, a little breathless, her eyes locked into yours, bright and so alive.

No, not a tie. You're losing. Losing yourself in her, and she doesn't even know.
You nod, pushing the door open, the bell jingling above you. "Tie, but you're still buying."