you're writing down on your, what you call, "lyrics journal" sitting on a chair on your balcony, while drinking some tea your girlfriend just made for you.

"what are you writing?" you hear her voice, her chin resting on your shoulder and obviously peeking into what you were writing, so she just grabs the journal– knowing you never had a problem with her reading your stuff. "i finally found my angel. she fell into my life– no wings, no light, no halo, only those emerald eyes." she stops and looks at you with a small smirk. "esmerald eyes, huh? who could this be about?"

you grin, shaking your head– it was obviously about her, everything is. she's your muse to everything you do. but you do enjoy the little teasing game.

you look at her by the corner of your eye, letting out a chuckle. "oh, i don't know. there's so many people with esmerald eyes."