"Hey! You ready to go?"
Opening the door, she was met with Finn looking as great as ever; his hair was partially tamed, while his blue buttoned shirt paired nicely with his black jeans & vans.
Of course, his signature Clubmaster sunglasses hung low on his chest pocket.
"Hold on."
Bella ran out of the front foyer, and came back with some sunglasses. She posed next to him, they smiled, and she snapped the picture.
"Ready."
She stepped out, shutting the door behind her. They started their decent down the long driveway.
"So where exactly are we going?"
Isabella was more than excited to be spending the day with Finn, and honestly could care less about where he was taking her. She just wanted to be with him for his last day.
"Everywhere."
Bella shot a confused look at Finn.
"What do you mean by everywhere?"
Finn shrugged.
"It's my last day, and chances are I won't see you for a long while. I want it to be special."
The blush on her cheeks had grown quite evident, and Finn's eyes lit up through his sunglasses.
"I'm glad that you're choosing to spend this day with me. I highly enjoy your company."
Isabella, deep down, was sad. Finn was leaving for quite a long time, and even thought it had only been two days, she grew to love him so much.
She looked over at him; a smile was placed on his face.
"Oh Isabella, always sweet talking me."
"Oh Finn, never denying it."
The two giggly teens arrived at the car they would be driving in.
Finn opened the door for her, and made a gesture for her to enter.
After she did, he shut the door, and made his way around to the other side.
"What has she done to me?"
-
They had arrived at a coffee shop first, the one Bella had said was her favourite.
"Where do you like to go when you need a pick me up?"
"There's this really good coffee shop just at the corner of Roncesvalles Avenue. I used to go there when I was a kid."
"Huh, I'll have to try it sometime."
"You remembered!"
She turned around to the boy still entering, and engulfed him with a hug.
The shop had a nostalgic feel for her; the smell of espresso in the mornings when her parents would take her to meetings; the soft cushions of the bar stools; it was comforting.
"Of course I did!"
She could feel the smile from his cheek that was rested on her head.
They walked up to the counter, and there were already two drinks ready for them.
"For Finn and Isabella?"
Finn raised a hand, and grabbed the drinks. Isabella took a sip of the hot liquid, and gasped.
"How did you know?"
"I just do."
"Seriously Finn, it's their most complicated order."
He waved a hand.
"Pffft. I totally didn't call your dad and find out that your favourite drink is a classic latte made with chocolate milk, a pump of caramel,"
