"Fred, come here
It's happy. It's meant to be cute. No angst, no tears, no break ups, no death.
Because we all need good things on Mondays.
Radiance
"Fred, come here."
She's grinning. Her eyes are twinkling and her teeth are showing, and she's gesturing with her finger, which is crooked toward him. She radiates happiness. She glows. She dazzles.
He walks toward her and she smiles at him, her cheeks flushed. "What?"
"Dance with me," she laughs.
"There's no music."
"Why let a little detail like that get in the way?" With that, she takes his hand in hers and wraps his other around her waist. She pulls herself close to him and he can just barely breathe the scent of her – something floral and sweet. She's warm, and he can't help but think that the palm of his hand fits perfectly in the small of her back. He spins her around and she laughs – perfectly, incandescently happy.
He's in love with the girl.