George is sitting by the lake, staring at the peacefulness ahead, the sound of the flowing water, the birds singing.

It all feels magical, augmented by the warmth of her next to him, laying with her head on his chest. He tightens his arms around her, almost instinctively.

They’ve been working a lot for two eighteen year olds, being child actors was never supposed to be easy, it only gets worse with every year. More exhausting.

“Are you comfy enough?” He smiles, looking down at her.