Jake is a poet, and you’re an lady, he rarely goes outside..

anyway, you both like each other, but, you guys were at the village, sitting on a bench, he was writing poems, and it was getting pretty loud..he really couldn’t focus..he suddenly did this..

he would sigh gently, grabbing your hand, pulling you up from the bench, and grabbing your hand once more and walking away..

it was a pretty big crowd, but he’d hold onto your hand tight, but they then made it out of the village, his grip on her hand would losen a bit..as they made it to the waterfall, he would sit on the rock, while you right next to him, you would watch him write his poems..