Love V xLove V xHe felt his heart sing as he turned to meet her gaze. She was waiting for him there, hemispheres of hope and wonder playing out across her eyes. He waited for a moment before closing the notebook, allowing the recess in their conversation to breathe, while the rustle of the trees and the quiet chatter of the garden washed over them.
“Bit of a surreal design, innit?” he teased, motioning to the book’s cover. “Wonder who made it?”
She saw the flash of mischievousness in his eyes, then elbowed him in the ribs.
“You’re surreal, d’you know that?”
You’reHe fell into laughter and put his arm around her. She rested her head on his shoulder and closed his eyes, thinking about the worlds that lay just beyond the tip of his pen.
They sat there, for a time, as the last of the sunl
