ligaia
She smiles down at her lap, clearly pleased and a little embarrassed at the compliment. Through her embarrassment, she fingers the velvet of the chair she's sitting in - smooth as one rubs it one way, rough as it's rubbed the opposite way... something she supposes could be said about humanity as well as velvet.
He looks out the car window at the beach, passing by in a sandy blur as he drives. Today, today is the day, he thinks. Today is the day when I give her a ring and tell her that I love her. Today is the best day of my life.