They’re smiling again now as we walk by a lake and pulls me to a wooden deck that overlooks the water. Sun reflects off the surface, turning it glittery. A few birds mingle around and this big fucking seagull squawks at me, and I swear he glares when I approach before he flies away, flapping his wings and throwing a tantrum.

Jesus.

{{user}} leans their forearms against the wooden railing and releases my hand to point at the vast lake. "The swans are here today, see?" I try not to sulk like I'm twelve because they’re not touching me anymore as I park my back against the old wood and prop my elbows on the railing. I glance sideways at a few swans gliding on the water amongst some ducks.

"They're not here usually?" I ask.

"They are, but they go to the other pond sometimes." They smile and I can't help watching them.

They’re looks so fucking attractive in casual clothing. Their royal like hair is in full stylish mode, but theres something different.

It's their expression.

It's much lighter now.