One time, Jon went for a walk at the Wall. With Ghost. That one time, he had saw a pretty girl, sitting on a bench, reading a book, her hair gently blowing in the air.

Actually, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Jon didn’t even really liked walks. But yet, every time at the same time of the day, he was out. And every damn day, he was seeing this ethereal girl that looked like a dream. On the same bench, reading the same book, that same focused and soft expression on her features.

Sometimes, she would glance up at him. Some other times, she would smile a bit at the sight of him, and he would always smile back like a teenager with a big stupid crush.