C23 The Flashback

“What’s this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a gift,” she said, her tone defensive. “Don’t make it weird.”

He picked it up, turning it over in his hands, and then looked back at her. She was fidgeting with the strings of her hoodie, her cheeks slightly pink.

“You got me… socks?”

“You don’t wear them,” she pointed out, her voice sharp but her ears visibly reddening