Trace the Picture

"What do you have in your hands" "Nothing" I respond back quickly. "Are these your other love notes?" He asks with a grin. "No" "Your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, doesn't it?" While saying all this, he started to creep towards me. I soon felt hands on my hips tickling me. I quickly dropped all my pictures and try to cover my stomach from getting tickled again. "Oh no," I say with a worried stare "my pictures are ruined." I kneel down on the ground and push my hair behind my ear. I quickly grab the photos. I felt two warm hands grab my cold ones and shivers went through my whole body. He gently laid my hands on my lap and began picking up the photos. His face features showed that he was concentrated on picking up the photos. He grabbed a hold of my hand and laid the photos on them. He looked up and his soft brown eyes met mine. That's where our relationship all started, in that one cafe store on the corner of Lincoln Avenue, on the ground, holding hands, only pictures separating us.