sunny day. you couldn’t say they were your favourites, but you liked how the colours looked bright. you also liked looking at Jack work in the ranch from your window.

today he was practicing his shooting with a rifle with his father by his side. you stared for the whole time. after a couple of hours he approached you to your bedroom window.

“You were starin’ quite a bit.” he chuckles. “How’d I do? Was I good?” he leans against the window.