Taylor looked up from where he was sitting, smiling a little too widely at the young woman standing in front of him. She looked beautiful, though she always did, so it wasn’t much of a surprise. He pushed himself off the ground, hesitating at first, but pulling her into a hug anyway. He knew things would probably be awkward with them, and he knew he’d probably never be completely over her, but he still wanted their friendship to continue. She was one of the greatest people he knew, and he didn’t want to lose her for good. “Hey,” he said back when he pulled away, smiling again. “You like nice. It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” He paused. “I guess it’s a good thing I came to London.”
He leaned against the tree again and pulled his phone out, checking the time, hoping he didn’t look rude. “Do you want to get something to eat before we take a tour?” He offered, sliding his phone into his back pocket. He suddenly felt under dressed in his jeans and t-shirt, though he didn’t know what to dress for, since he didn’t really know where they’d go after the park. “I wasn’t sure if you grabbed lunch before you came. It would give us some time to catch up.” He waited for an answer, adding, “But if you don’t want to, that’s okay,” just so she wouldn’t feel the need to say yes.
Tay couldn’t help but smile when he pulled her into a big welcoming hug, like he always did. It’s shocking how much a person could miss another persons embrace and for Tay something about Taylor’s arms around her made her feel, what was the word for it, it was something so big yet so simple; safe. There was a certain familiarity with him and an innocence that she hadn’t felt in a long time, seeing him made her feel like who she was and not who she had become. Not saying that she didn’t like who she had become but saying that it was a difference, like wearing an old sweater it could transport you to a different time, and at the moment it didn’t seem so crazy or other worldly to want to be in the past.
Feeling him pull away she had a moment to get a good look at him he looked the same but different if that made sense. When he commented on her looking nice she couldn’t help but feel a blush crawl across her face, “Thanks, you look mighty fine also” Mighty fine? Did you just use the words mighty fine, Taylor? Her mind screamed at her, so it’s been a while and a weird thing popped out of her mouth, mentally face palming she smiled hoping that her face wasn’t contorted into a weird shape while she was having a war of the internal. “It’s great to see you too!” she smiled tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “Sure I would love to grab some lunch, I had a light breakfast so I’m hungry. Actually, there’s this really cute cafe not too far from here, and it’s got some really cool features in it. Want to check it out?”
Define crazy color? Perhaps, like burning red?
Believe me anon I have a method of trying to get past the regret I write a song about it and I burn it and trust me there’s been hundreds of songs turned to ash.
How much time do you have?
Wait, who is Abby?! What did I miss. I swear it hasn’t been that long since we’ve talked.
My new kitty
Oh, sweetie, that stinks. Did you find it though?
Yeah it was Abby’s collar
Thank you for allowing me to suffer a minor heart attack. I’ll be sure to forward my medical bills to your residence.
Ah. You would think I would be able to catch on to English humor after all these years, but it appears this is not one of those cases. I apologize.
Oh no I’m sorry, I messing with you it doesn’t bother me
About destroying a drawing board? My, so what they say is true. You really do write songs about everything.
I was kidding actually