guardian angel (completed)

night picnics, anyone?

she sat on a checkered picnic mat on the grass, in front of the bench. there was a slight wind blowing and she was wearing my jacket.

"you do know that you're sitting in front of a bench right?" i pointed out and laughed.

"that wood makes my butt hurt," she groaned.

i laughed at her and she pouted.

"so, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?" i asked and sat down beside her on the mat with my legs stretched out.