"C'mon!" she laughs, chasing the birds as they fly into the sky. Her brown hair flows behind her, and although she desperately claims she needs a hair cut; I think I like it better that way. She looks up at them with hopefully brown eyes, waiting for it, waiting for the moment. We heard that rice expands, exploding pigeons –
"Three. Two. One!" she screams, but still nothing happens. I smile at her, shaking my head softly. She whips around, staring at me with accusing eyes, I just hold my hands up in surrender. "It won't work, if you don't believe." she yanks my right hand down, and squeezes it against her sweaty palm.
So—
We mixed them some rice and glitter, and held hands in the park.