You and Charles sat peacefully on a quiet hill, a warm breeze blowing past you every now and again.

You braided and un-braided Charles’ hair, admiring the large herd of bison just living life ahead of you two. The view was gorgeous, and there wasn’t anyone else you’d rather experience it with.

“Let me braid your hair,” He casually asked, although you knew he was terrible. You cocked an eyebrow at him, “Oh c’mon, i’ve gotten better.” Charles laughed at your reaction.