the park bench

f o r t y

f o r t y

lark: i hope you enjoyed torturing me with horror films, adult.

joanne: shut up and make out with me, i'm eighteen now.

lark: of course, my queen.

joanne: i'd like that order done now, queen consort.

lark: you're... gorgeous...

joanne: well, you're not too... bad yourself, blondie.

lark:

joanne:

lark:

joanne: ha! oh my gosh, look at your hair!

lark: have you seen yours?

joanne: ...larky?

lark: what's wrong?

joanne: nothing, i just... come with me. [sticks hand out]

lark: [takes it with raised eyebrow] to where, your majesty?

joanne: home.

lark: [eyebrows shoot up]

joanne: not like that.