He chewed at his bottom lip once he was done, fingers tapping slightly against the black guitar. His face was that like a grape, of course, at her compliment even if it was just written words.
“‘m not that wonderful.” he admitted weakly. “I’m just… me. Just Jack. But I’m glad you liked it,” Jack said as he pulled a tissue from his pocket and reached over, and gently touched her cheek.
She shook her head gently, quickly writing, ‘You’re more than just Jack to me. You ARE wonderful. Don’t you see how amazing you are? I’ll also always remember this moment.’ And she tried drawing a heart at the bottom, blushing deeply and looking down at her lap, suddenly shy.
He smiled shakily before taking the red pencil from his new wooden pencils and easily colored in the heart on her paper, watching his hand as he does. Then he writes beneath it in clean writing, ’I’ll remember this moment too.’
Jack Maple 