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When she'd agreed to hang out with him, she'd expected something cliche. Dinner and a movie, a drink at some local coffee shop. But no, Sylvain decided to pick something simple. Something so simple it bordered on boring. But it was impossible to be bored when he was being his stupidly charming self.
Ingrid played with a few blades of grass as she listened to the leaves bristle in the trees. She felt Sylvain shift beside her and sigh, deep and long and content. His beautiful honey coloured eyes were fixed on shapes in the sky. Shapes of fluffy white and light gray that he insisted looked like something.
"That one, Ing," He said, pointing. "It's a bird!"
She looked up and the only thing she saw was a couple of small fluffy clouds. Still, she nodded, looking for some kind of shape in the sky. "I think I see... a..." She sighed, shaking her head. "I got nothin'."
Sylvain laughed. "It's okay, not all of us are so creative." He said it in a sympathetic tone but the smirk on his face made her roll her eyes.
Ingrid moved onto her back and laid beside him. He was a dork, just like he was when they were kids, but she was friends with that dork. She wouldn't trade him for all the remotely bird-shaped clouds in the sky.