flowers.

she started fiddling with whatever she had in her lap. she could feel his eyes on her, staring softly, as if he wanted to remember every second they spend together. she stole a quick smile and looked up. right into his dark brown eyes.

she turned away to look at an old man and his grandson having a lively, animated conversation.
why aren't we like that anymore?

"so... what were you up to today?"

she looks back at him again. he's still staring but now with a slight smile on his face.

"what?"

"i don't know." he answered.

"oh come on, stop staring." she answered, slightly irritated at his constant gaze. there they were, taking the train to shedidn'tknowwhere. worst of all, she had bothered. but he hadn't noticed.

out of nowhere, he swept the hair out of her face and put it behind her ears.

"you'vegotflowersinyourhairandyoulookabsolutelybeautiful."

so are you.