The Summer of June

"The stars are really pretty tonight," she said without even looking at me. I quickly glanced at the sky before my gaze was once again drawn to the person in front of me.

"What are you doing?" I asked cautiously.

"Isn't it kinda obvious? I'm watching the stars."

The breeze gently blew the leaves around us. The shadows they created danced across her face when she looked at me. That's when I realized how pretty she actually was.

"Do I know you?" I questioned her carefully. I still had no idea what she was doing in my backyard.

She once again leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree, closing her eyes, before answering, "Don't think so."

"Do you know me?"

"Nope."

I had no idea why the fact that she had just been caught in some stranger's backyard didn't faze her at all. Most people didn't randomly show up on other people's properties without an invite and when they did, it would technically be considered trespassing. But she didn't seem the slightest bit worried that I might call the police.

"Then, uh, why are you in my tree house?"

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