“Oh. Well, it’s good. Thanks.” She said, internally kicking herself. “I’m not usually very good at doing buns. They always end up sticking up,” she held her hand above her head to show the height at which they sat, “and it just looks dumb.”
He laughs. 'I doubt it's that bad.'
“Oh, no, it definitely is,” she laughs. “Maybe you can teach me how to do it better someday.”
(Do you remember what they were gonna do?)
(Go and eat somewhere?)
(Probs, I mean that sounds about right.)
(Yeah. XD)
'Maybe. Are you ready to go?'
“Uh…about.” She darted into the bathroom, fixed up her makeup as fast as possible, then walked back out. “Now I’m ready.” She smiled at him as she made her way to the door.
He laughs and follows her out.
They arrived at the cars. “Do you wanna just take my car?” She asked, almost impying that she wanted them to have to come back later.
"Why not." He smiles at her.
“Great.” She hopped into the driver’s seat, buckling up, and turning the keys in the ignition.
He sits in the passenger seat. 'Where to?'
“I picked last time; you pick.” She insisted. “Also, I don’t know. So you have to.”
'I have no clue…'
“Mm, what are you in the mood for? Italian, Mexican, something Asain…?”
"Italian I guess'
“How about pizza? There’s this great New York style place I know. It’s pretty good pizza, with the quaintness of a family-owned joint.” She suggested, realizing she sounded a little bit like an advertisement.
'Sure. If it's not false advertisement.' He teased.
“What? I would never!” She joked back, laughing. “But for real: it’s good stuff.”
"Then let's go there"
“Deal.” She made a turn to get onto a road that would take them there. She turned in the radio, switching a few stations until she caught the familiar sound of a song. She let it play, looking over at Jack in the seat next to hers.
Jack was looking out the window humming to the song.
The way that the sunlight lit his face, his hair, the way it reflected of his eyes, making them look like their own stars…she just couldn’t get enough of it. She remembered that she was driving and needed to focus. She looked back at the road. Instead she listening to him hum the melody of the song.
His voice cracks a little but not much. He looked at the bright red string on his finger and smiles happily. He found his person. The one he was meant to be with. The sting looked as if it was glowing.