Wildflowers pounded against Alice's dress as she ran across the sunny field. "Henry!" she exclaimed.
The boy named 'Henry' turned as soon as he heard his name. He smiled at the sight of the young girl. The long blade of grass he used as a whistle dropped from his fingers. "Hey," his voice trailed, smooth like silk. "How did the party go?"
"Boring... as usual," giggled Alice. She wiped her sweaty hands on the skirt of her dress. "You know how tea parties go." She waited for a reply, but none came. This made her cheeks hot. "The crumpets weren't as fresh as they could be." A shy smile ran across her face.
Her smile reciprocated onto Henry. He could feel himself falling even more for the girl. He did not want to seem uninterested, so he said the first thing that came to mind, "And the tea?"
"The tea was fine. Earl Grey. The usual. Haha." She bit her lower lip.
"Well that's great," replied Henry. He could not think of anything more to say. His eyes fell to the ground, and he started to kick at the dirt. It reminded him of the first time he met Alice. It was at one of Boxford's soccer tournaments. She was the only girl among the teams of boys. Yet, she was, in his opinion, the best player. The crowd cheered for her, and went wild whenever she scored. At the end of that day, he had summed up the courage to talk to her, and they have been acquainted ever since. Alice was the only girl who saw him for who he actually was. And he fe-
"Alice!" called a far voice. In the distance, a figure waved at the duo. As it got closer, it was apparent that Alice's mother was calling for her.
"I have to get to get going," said Alice. "It's Wednesday."
"Ah, shopping day," replied Henry.
"As always."
"Promise to be back?"
Alice smiled and started to walk away. "I promise."
Henry watched until the girl disappeared beyond the pink field. He thought it looked beautiful, that she looked beautiful. Alice was the only girl who saw him for who he actually was. And he felt blessed to share her company.