She came back the next day with a book and some post-it notes.
He waved and she grinned in return, remembering the note and the drawing that is now stuck on her bedroom wall at home.
She stuck a post-it note on his arm.
'A nice boy sitting on a nice bench and drawing a nice day.'
He grinned at her and laughed.
She smiled.
'Can I listen to your song?' He passed her his notepad.
'Maybe one day.' She passed it back.
He furrowed his black eyebrows in confusion then smiled at her again.
'What is your name?' She stuck the post-it note on his face before grinning mischievously.
He laughed and grabbed her book, writing on the back.
'Peter Allison George.'
She almost laughed.
'That is a nice name, Peter Allison George.'
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RomancePeter saw her at the park everyday. He didn't know her name, where she came from, what music she listened to everyday. But he felt like he knew her his whole life.
