We were practicing archery in the wheat field when my head turned at the sight of an arrow piercing the center of the neighboring target. The shooter was one of the few women out here. Strong, motivated, beautiful. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight braid with a few strands falling into her face. Her gray eyes focused on the target, slowly she pulled back. Swoosh. The arrow pierced almost perfectly again.
I was snapped out of my daydream when a friend called. "Luke! Lunch is out. Get it while it's still there." I walked towards the kitchen pulled the back the makeshift 'door', which what was really a curtain. I approached the line still out of it. I grabbed my lunch and sat down at on of the tables.
"You've been staring at red for a while." "Shut up Dale." I look down at my tray and nudged his shoulder. "Her name's Taylor." Taylor... My thoughts escaped me slipping back into my daydream...
