Ellie is a surprisingly good assistant. She may hate my guts, but at least she separates her professional and personal life.  

She waits for me downstairs, next to the car I asked for. She looks apprehensive, biting her lip.

"Hey, I know you like sports cars but this is the one they sent," she nervously blabbers. 

Standing next to her is a black Range Rover. I can't help but have a goofy grin on my face.

"Is it that stupid? I'm sorry, I can call the company."

"No, no. This is actually my favorite car." I assure her, marveling at it. It's true. I owned one for the longest time, but I loaned it to a friend. I don't use it much anyway. She seems relieved, her posture relaxing. "Get in, we have a whole day ahead of us."

As of right now, the plan is to show her all my favorite spots. This time, I can see color and vibrancy around it. I always told her I want to find out my favorite color with her by my side. She's the reason I can see it in the first place. 

The first spot I take her is the park near my childhood home. I used to come here all the time. I've always wondered what color the equipment was. It seems silly to have a bright play structure if most kids can't even see it.

We park on the side of the street. She looks at the playground and smiles. "Why are we here?"

"I used to come here in my childhood," I answer. 

The playground's multicolored. There are reds, blues, greens all mixed into one. There are a couple of kids there with their parents. I choose not to disturb them. A creepy man staring at a bunch of kids? No thanks, I rather not be accused of being a sex offender. 

Instead, we sit in the car for a while, just watching the innocence around us.

"I was young when my parents split," I confess. I don't know where that comes from, but I want to keep going. It feels good to talk about it. "I was seven. I never knew why. He was a good man."

It sucks not knowing why your parents split. I always assumed they were soulmates, but maybe not. I never bothered asking.

"And then there was my stepdad." I smile, remembering his face. "He was the best. If I could have any other man as my dad, I'm glad it was him."

"Was?"

"Yeah, he died a couple of years ago." 

I hear her take in a sharp breath. I look over to see she's crying. 

"Why are you crying?"

She tries to wipe her tears away. "I don't know... I don't handle death well." 

I put my hand on top of hers in reassurance. She tries to control her breathing. I reach over her and open the glove compartment, pulling out a pack of tissues. She gratefully takes it and wipes the moisture away from her eyes. 

"Okay, enough sappy stuff. Let's go to the next destination." I start the car and keep my left hand on hers for the whole ride. She doesn't pull away, so I take it as a good sign.

We pull up to a small cafe. Her face lights up, probably excited for the caffeine. I let her order whatever she wants, order for myself, and throw in a heavy tip. We grab seats at a cozy table in the corner. 

"This is the first job my sister ever had. I would always bring my friends to hang here after school. They were dogs and had a major crush on her." I smile, remembering my old friends. We still keep in touch, but everyone is so busy. 

"Sister?" 

Right, I forget she doesn't know much about me. "Gemma," I smile. "She's crazy. She's four years older than me, and she can be overwhelming. She's been dying to know who my soulmate is ever since that interview."

I see Ellie tense up. I don't mean to put her in an awkward situation, but I also want to remind her that we're something and she can't just erase the bond between us. 

She throws me a tight smile and looks around. I do the same. As I expected, the cafe has an earthy tone. Plants surround the shop, hanging from the roof and walls.

The tables and chairs are wood, really adding to the atmosphere. It's beautiful and nostalgic. 

We finish our coffees, and get going. 

"Does your sister have a soulmate?" She asks in the car.

I shake my head. "No, not yet. I hope she does soon. She's such a romantic." Ever since we were young, she'd always have pretend weddings. She was also a major fan of the romance genre. 

The next destination is an old memory.

"Really? A library? Fucking nerd," she teases. I'm just glad she's starting to crack jokes. I've missed her sarcastic tone.

"Actually, no. Sorry that I'm not as deep as you think I am."

She looks confused, pointing to the building. "That's clearly a library."

"Yes, it is. But it used to be a record shop. They must have closed it down. That's sad," I sigh. I had no idea that they were shut down. "That's the first place I realized I wanted to become a musician."

She looks at me, intrigued. "Really? How come?"

"Well, I would always hang around there. Sometimes, I wouldn't have enough money to buy one, so I would bother the customers. I would always ask them why they want that album. The owner fucking hated me for that."

She giggles, amusement never leaving her face. "What would they say?"

"Well, it was mostly the same answer. 'This album has changed my life.' I wanted to do the same for people. I want to make music that helps people but also helps me."

She nods, comprehending my answer. 

I throw the car in reverse and go to the next place. I've seriously missed driving.

On the way, we pass by a field. 

"Harry," Ellie yells, slapping my arm. "Can we please stop here! Please, please, please!" 

"Okay okay," I laugh. I pull over on the side of the road. This is the most excitement I've ever seen Ellie have. 

She grabs my arm and pulls me through the tall grass. I don't understand why she's so excited about greenery until we're about a minute in. Then I see it... a sunflower field.

So this is why she's so excited. 

I don't blame her, it's beautiful. 

She lets go of my hand and runs more inward. She begins spinning around, taking in the lovely view. She laughs loudly, excited to be here. "It's stunning!" She yells as loud as possible.

At this moment, I know my favorite color. I describe it as 'Ellie prancing in a sunflower field."

What? She said it herself. Your favorite color doesn't have to be one. It can be many.

She runs back towards me and pulls me in. She grabs my hands and begins to dance with me. I mean elegant dance, not that club stuff. I spin her around and dip her. 

Time pauses at that moment. She's staring at me with her big green eyes, her brown hair waving in the wind. She feels weightless in my arms. Her eyes flutter closed.

No, I can't do this yet.

I slowly lift her back on her feet. She flashes me a small smile. She seems... disappointed? Maybe there is hope for me after all. 

We lie down between the flowers. 

"It's so beautiful," she whispers again.

"How did you even know this exists?" 

She turns her head to look at me. "I read about it in books. A flower field is always disguised with grass. That way, no predators come near it. It's kinda like a shield. Ugly on the outside, pretty on the inside. You just have to have faith and brave through the bad parts."

She speaks with such confidence. I can't help but admire her face during that explanation. She turns her face back to the sky, but my eyes are on her. 

"You're so beautiful," I say under my breath. She hears it and blushes. 

I get up and she stays in place. I pluck a sunflower stem and kneel in front of her. Her eyes are closed. I gently place the flower in her between her ear and head. Her eyes flutter open at the sudden touch. 

She doesn't say anything. Her eyes pierce into mine, and we stay like that for a minute. When she closes her eyes again, I sneak a picture on my phone. 

Then, a cruel twist of fate happens. The sprinklers.

They begin and we look at each other with panic before it hits us. Ellie squeals and I begin to laugh. I help her up and we begin to run back to the car. 

We're laughing as we finally reach dry land. She stands against the car and I come into close proximity without realizing. Our laughter slowly dies down. 

She reaches up for my hair and begins to pick out remnants of grass. As if on purpose, she slowly tugs at my curls. My knees momentarily go weak. I look at her to see she's making direct eye contact with me. A small and subtle grin plays on her face. She clears her throat and I back away.

"Shall we?" I grin, going around the car to open her door. 

I don't know what would beat this experience. 

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