a day with hanni was the meaning of a day fullfied by laughs, stupid jokes, chasing and a rebel calling you out for nothing.

she was fun to be with, you thought, even if a bit annoying than a normal person can be.

but...she has a good thing tho: noticing the littlw things you don't mind.

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as both of you got a seat under a cute red umbrella, it was a good and comfortable silence, knowing it was no need to conversation or whatever, since just some glances could actually made you both laugh.

as you keep scrowling on your phone, hanni stared at you meticuously; and when i say it, its everything. and, the main of your face: eyes and lips.*

"hey, you." she speaks up, pointing out. "your lips are dry."