stories? like… like if we see someone sad we think of reasons why…? or, or someone happy, and on a bike? *that was an interesting idea to him; it called to his artistic streak, and it brought an odd little smile to his face* i… i like the sound of that…
y-yeah this. this sounds fun.
*She bounced a little, happy he liked the idea* I wonder when we should do this..I’m free pretty much anytime after work.
*Remembering the date suddenly, she turns wide eyes to him* Um..by the way..was it your birthday recently?
i’m… i’m pretty free any time. my painting is my work, so… whenever you want i’m… pretty free?
*he blinks before turning his head slightly. how did she know that?* uh. yes, just yesterday… why?
Jack Maple 