There was a light fog between the trees that day, it was cool, it was already October and exactly three months since you and Kevin started dating (not counting those five months of "friendship"). It's probably the fate of all neighbors, sooner or later to come together and become either friends or lovers (or enemies).

His loose shirt swayed with every breath of wind, he needed full control and full freedom, and outerwear was restricting his movements. So you were sitting on the hood of an old dark green Subaru Outback, guarding his black windbreaker.

Whoosh.

The arrow hits the old, slightly rotten target. Once upon a time, there used to be a shooting range here from the college, but it was closed down. Now, Kevin often came here because if he took his bow home, Eva would probably go crazy. Not that he blamed her.