I've never really turned my hand to 'romantic' scenes, but thought I'd think a little ahead in this small scene between Zofia Malmgren, the 280th's medic and Róźa Makówska, Sergeant of the 265th, from Comes the Sandstorm. I've sprinkled little hints in the text that there's an unspoken spark between them, but never made it blatant. I like my readers to fill in the gaps. That said, I've not posted any of this, yet! Haha

I believe the question I am asking is, 'does this work for you?' What works, what doesn't? They're both tough women, veterans, and I see this as a pressure valve for them both, just them. They're out of uniform, they're not looking around for enemies. A moment of privacy.

All constructive criticism is, as always, most welcome.

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Zofia stepped back from the table, brushing her hands on her breeches, though the nerves made her fidget more than she wanted. Róźa still hadn’t moved from the doorway, posture relaxed but eyes attentive, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Zofia laughed again, quieter this time, a little breathless. “Well… coffee’s ready,” she said, though the words felt hollow.

Róźa’s gaze flicked to the cups, then back to Zofia. She took a step closer, just enough to close the distance without breaking the fragile tension. Her hand lifted slowly, resting lightly on Zofia’s shoulder. The warmth surprised Zofia, and she shivered.

She moved forward, her lips brushing Zofia’s cheek. “We both know we’re not here for coffee,” Róźa whispered.

Zofia’s breath caught. Her fingers twitched against the edge of the table. She turned her head, leaning into the motion. Their lips met. One careful, gentle touch, then a heartbeat that stretched impossibly long. The world outside the apartment faded. Time folded around them.