A/N: Just a drabble from Saffron's POV. Indigo and Sarah are just too perfect for each other.
It has just gotten dark; stars have begun to dust the dark purple sky. It is a perfect night for star watching. Rose has gone upstairs to hunt for her glasses and I've just returned from the kitchen with a bag of cookies to go with our cocoa. Indigo and Sarah remain outside, sitting rather close together on the patchwork quilt, their finger tips almost touching.
It is no secret they like each other, especially since Indigo's Valentine Disco ("No. Before," argues Rose.)
I can see them clearly through the window of the back door, and I feel guilty watching them, but I don't want to go and ruin the moment, either. Maybe I should go back to the kitchen and pretend to continue hunting for cookies. But I can't seem to draw myself away from the window.
I watch as Sarah lifts her hand and points to Indigo's guitar. I can see Indigo blushing (even in the dark) as he picks up the guitar and begins to play.
A moment later, I feel Rose's arm brush against mine, her glasses in her hand. She peeks out the window to see what fascinates me so much. Instead of calling me a peeper or making kissing jokes about Indigo and Sarah (as most ten-year-olds would), she only smiles.
Sarah pulls her knees to her chest, completely enthralled in the music. Indigo smiles modestly (still blushing) focusing more on Sarah than the song.
"He's playing that song he's been fiddling around with all week," notices Rose (whose acute hearing makes up for her poor eyesight). "I bet he's written it just for her."
So Rose and I watch for a moment longer, as Indigo plays Sarah's song.
