~Peyton~
She frowned at the rude letter she had found earlier that morning. She had studied it, unknowing of what she might find. Or maybe expect his messy and beautiful handwriting and the strong annoyance in vocabulary. Other than that, there was nothing more than a rude note, a rude note from the boy at the park. She minded her own business. Scrolling through her feeds and reading her books. She once sweeped away her choppy hair and saw a guy. A guy with a bike. A bike parked under the monkey bars. His blonde hair has adorable, cuffed into a quiff. His chiseled jaw and perfectly semetrical lips made him look like a model. His blue eyes sparkled in the sun and his eyebrows made his eyes even more pretty. And his nose was pointily on point.
She stared at him for a quick moment and snapped a picture of him from the back view. She added filters and edited the photo until it was perfect. But unknowingly the guy had watched her edit his photo from behind the park bench. And he tapped her shoulder, frightening her.
She shuddered, "Excuse me?"
He replied solemnly, "Who is that?" he pointed to her phone.
She glanced over at him and widened her eyes at the realization of the boy, "Nobody," she tried to shrug.
"Looks like me." He laughed.
"It is," she gaped and covered her mouth.
He smiled and strolled off to his bike again.
The bike under the monkey bars.
But she was clueless.
