the park bench

t h i r t y s i x

t h i r t y s i x

lark: jojo!

joanne: larky, how was work?

lark: good, now give me a greeting kiss.

joanne: you're so demanding, jeez.

lark: what do you want for your birthday?

joanne: doesn't matter, because i'll be eighteen and i'll get what i want anyway.

lark: and what's that?

joanne: you... also your voice just dropped a few octaves and now i want my birthday to be tomorrow.

lark: chill, jojo, it's only a week.

joanne: you're gorgeous.

lark: you too. hmm, what was that for?

joanne: that was a goodbye kiss and a thanks for being pretty.

lark: and you're stunning as usual. that was for being cute.

joanne: am i blushing?

lark: yes.

joanne: ugh, ew.

lark: you're cute.

joanne: yeah, well. my parents want to meet you, bye!

lark: what?!

joanne: bye.