A ravishing sunset formed across the horizon, and two pairs of eyes admire it more than anything else in the surrounding area. Perhaps even the world, a bit.

The perfect area was used: the top of a flat hill, a singular yet large tree that'd grown over years in time—the trunk a perfect thing to lean against.

Kyle's gaze breaks off of the sunset to admire you, instead. You were his favorite view. The way your eyes glowed with the sky's colors was just so admirable to him.