With her sunglasses on, she sat on the swing as her green floral dress flowed down the green grass.
There was a serene and beautiful atmosphere in the garden, and only the chirps of birds were heard. The smell of fresh colorful flowers permeated the air as the trees produced refreshing breeze which swept all over the atmosphere.
She felt a familiar hand on her shoulder and she turned and smiled wryly as she saw Ryan standing behind her. He was wearing a blue short sleeve vintage shirt over a black pair of jeans trousers.
He stood for a moment, running his eyes over her body.
“You look great in this dress,” he complimented.
“Thanks, Ryan. What are you doing here? We're not supposed to be seen together,” she said.
“Oh, stop giving me that crap,” he said and sat on the wooden chair a
