Shadow Mountain And I will fall from your sweet height to prove that all I am is meant to

That’s right, be embarrassed! Anselm’s cheeks flushed as she shook out her coat. 

No, you killed it. He huffed, plopping into the snow with a sense of destroyed aplomb. The vibe. It is like…. Not good. You know?

He supposed his entry hadn’t exactly been gentle. And supposing this stranger had bad life experiences, maybe her reaction was perfectly normal and he was the asshole. Either way, he couldn’t pretend to be annoyed for too long - it wasn’t his vibe. What’s your name, anyway?