“Oh?”

Squinting at the stranger.

“…”

Peppering little damp kisses over his crotch.

Casually laying her head on his lap.

She cupped his face gently and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. Her lips barely parted, just enough to breathe him in. Then she nestled into his side, draping herself across him like he was her fortress, her warmth, the only anchor in a world that felt too raw, too loud.

She beckoned to him with a tilt of her finger, a coy little grin playing across her lips.

“Not at all.”