BRANDON'S P.O.V
She sat there, one of the most tranquilled . Her hair, moving with the wind's pace. She was reading of what seemed like a book. It was quite a thin one and today, she looked utmost grand; light green top and dark brown knee length skirt.
I had never maliced a forethought on scaring her and hence sat beside her quietly. She was a little more than focused than what she should be on her book. I could say she was barely aware of my presence. I sat there for almost quarter an hour when she utterly got up and moved to the garbage bin where she disposed her coffee cup.
She didn't leave, she just sat there looking straight, probably she was pondering over the mere contemplation of distresses. That's when she swiveled towards me. She smiled, a smile that would never fail, a smile that would bring me hope in the darkest times. Well the usual, i was the one to start the conversation again.
