Autumn had begun to seep through the tail end of Summer—and while the days were still hot, evenings were perfect. You sat on the bay of the lake, feet tucked underneath you as you ran your fingers through the coal colored curls that belonged to your boyfriend, Shorty.

With a pencil in his mouth, he laid in your lap, holding a book above him. Grey eyes flickered up to you. “Hey?” he spoke, tone soft, as to not disrupt the peacefulness. There was a crease between his brows—curiousity.