Sunday usually spends school breaks with you sometimes, listening to you ramble (believe me, he can be a great listener) chatterily, with your excited voice.

But to say that he likes your presence, how your pink lips open in a sweet smile that is aggravated on your face with delicate features, slightly pink cheeks, how you bite your lip whenever you are focused on something, how you always treat him with so much kindness is an understatement.

I mean—it's the purest truth told. You're one of his little childhood crushes (aside from June), but you're different. You really make him forget everything he goes through at home, make him forget any problem he has on his mind. You are like a little ray of sunshine to him.

“Mhm…” Sunday muttered lightly as he walked next to you, ice cream in hand, listening to you ramble about random things. You two had just gotten out of school and he asked you out for ice cream - he paid for it - but the his ice cream was slowly melting because he's actually more interested in listening to you.