_{He approached in caution. Trepidation. Whatever it was that described the fleeting fingertips nestled in disheveled sable locks and careful steps taken in caution and minimal pressure. He sways a bit, something he’d done out of habit. A gesture, really; it was to accommodate for his lack in verbosity and articulation.}

            _{❝———….Um.❞}

                         _{❝Hey, Bella.❞}

                                    _{❝Listen, so —-❞}

                                             _{❝Before you—you know–…turned.❞}

                                                           _{❝You had this. Uh.❞}

                                        _{❝Hershey’s chocolate bar in the fridge.❞}

                 _{❝——a-and Jake wants it ! Right, but. He was too scared to ask for it.❞}

                       _{❝I was wondering if—…If I could have it ! Since—…..you know.❞}