Mark Brooke | 18.01.2012

"Hey,"

"Oh...Hey," embarrassed, Mark stares at the graphics of the book.

He had been deeply engrossed in a book called — The Existence of

Aliens: Everything you need to know. He hadn't noticed Martha.

"So?" He makes a swift attempt in hiding the book in his backpack.

She has seen it. But, she doesn't mock him.

"It has been ages since I've had ice cream. Wanna join me?"

"The weather..." He hints towards the advancing Winter.

"Please..." She looks at him from under her eyelashes - a gesture which he couldn't resist.

"Alright,"

♢

They grab themselves their favorites - Cherry for Martha and Chocolate Chip for Mark. They stick their tongues into the delicious goodness.

Mark lets his ice cream cure his tongue which has been frequently burnt with hot chocolates.

"There is something on your nose," She stands on her tiptoes and gently licks the chocolate off of his nose.

He inhales her scent - freshly picked lavender.