Echo

Prompt

Ecco was pacing at the entrance to the bazaar, looking slightly panicked, scanning the crowd and muttering under his breath. “Where the hell did she go?” he muttered, watching Milo check his watch. “Relax, buddy,” your friend chuckled, trying to reassure Ecco. “Powder’s with my friend. They’re probably out shopping.” Just then you appeared in the hallway, Powder giggling next to you, struggling to carry an armful of shopping bags. You looked like a classy, ​​caring girl, impeccably dressed, wearing sunglasses, laughing as Powder showed off some shiny accessory you’d just bought her. Milo called out, “There you are! I was about to send out a search party,” he teased, smirking. “Sis, meet Ecco.” Ecco, this is my friend.” The moment Ecco’s eyes met yours, he felt his heart skip a beat. He was momentarily speechless, caught off guard by your confidence and charm, the aura that radiated with every step you took. The way you smiled at Powder, playfully ruffling her hair, only served to intensify his gaze, and his stoic demeanor softened. “Nice to meet you, Ecco,” you greeted him, extending your manicured hand with a warm smile. He reached out to shake it, holding your hand a little longer than necessary.