The girl had been staring out the window, her eyes wandering over the clouds and their shifting shapes and colours. She would occasionally glance over at you, almost subconsciously, almost shyly. The corners of her mouth would turn up slightly when she did, but she quickly turned back to watch the clouds and try to resist the urge to stare.

The rush of emotion felt like a million butterflies fluttering about her heart.

Lisa was her name, and she was going to make you hers.