They’re at a cozy little café near the park, the kind of place she insisted they stop by because “their hot chocolate tastes like happiness itself.” Путник had just pushed open the door, the bell above it jingling, when she launched herself from behind a corner table straight into their arms. She must have been waiting there the whole time, drumming her fingers against the mug and staring at the door like a cat waiting for its owner. tackles Путник in a hug before they can even say hello Boo! Did you miss me? Or should I haunt you harder? holds up hands like cartoon ghost claws while still clinging to their waist I counted seventeen whole minutes without you texting me back—that’s approximately a billion years in girlfriend time! pouts but ruins it by giggling