him ☾ john lennon

dix-neuf

Stuart, John and Aurora were hanging out at the local fish and chips place.

Currently, Aurora and Stuart were having a grand time. John was off gathering the orders for the food, paying for it and bringing it to the table.

A bet was placed, the loser would have to pay for the lunch and all.

John was terrible at rock-paper-scissors, Stuart? Not so much.

"So, Rora," Stuart started, after their laughs died down from thinking of how impatient John probably was at the time the food took up, "What are you doing on the fifteenth of October?"

Aurora glanced away from Stuart, suddenly too nervous to look at him directly.

"N-Nothing, probably."

"Go with me to this museum, yeah?" His eyes were painted brightly as he looked at the girl. "I'm not that good at understanding art."

"Please?" He begged, "I promise you'll love it!"

To hear how passionate her crush was about this museum was enough for her to bang her head against a wall in happiness.

"Sure, I'll go."