The world was tinted green-gray as Kale stared out from behind the polarized lenses of his sunglasses. The leaves in the trees were rustling, vocalizing wordless songs and sharing them with him, should he care to listen. Perhaps this all would’ve been beautiful enough without her, but seeing Celia on the swing, knees up against her chest and smile on her face – that was what made the scene so picture perfect.
“Hey, look,” she said, pointing up at the cloudless sky. Kale traced a path from her finger to the sky and found the thing that had drawn her attention.
“I haven’t flown a kite in a long time,” he said. “Good day for it, too.”
“Too bad I don’t have one for us to fly.”
“It’s okay. I’d rather watch anyway.”
“What fun is there in watching someone else fly a kite?”
Kale got up and walked over to the swing, taking a seat next to Celia.
“Anything is fun with you,” he said.
Celia laughed. “Oh, shut up.”
Kale grinned and pushed off with his foot to get the swing going. “This is nice.”
“Anything is nice with you,” she said, the mockery apparent in her voice.
Kale laughed and playfully nudged her. “Stop making fun of me.”
“And do what, instead?”
“Kiss me?” he said.
Celia grinned and brought her face up close to his. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”