The rest of that week went very well for Lark. Sierra had taken her out to
lunch at the restaurant around the corner, and Lark had went shopping with
her also. It was Friday that didn't really go too well.
Lark was on her lunch break with Sierra on Friday. They were at a very large restaurant, that had huge concrete steps leading up to it. There was also a big fountain at the end of those steps. They had decided to eat on the ledge of that fountain. After they had finished eating, they sat there for a few moments, just looking around at everything. Then Lark saw him. He was coming to the steps, right toward them.
She turned back to Sierra, and said, "Oh my gosh, see that guy right there? The red head. He is SO hot!"
Sierra looked around for him, and finally she spotted him.
"Lark, he's sitting on the ledge right behind you," Sierra whispered.
Lark whipped around, shocked at how fast that boy was. As she turned around, though, she went to far back on the ledge, and fell into the fountain.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" she heard a voice deeper than Sierra could get say. Then she saw a hand reaching for her. A hand without green nail polish on it.
Lark grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up.
"Thanks," Lark sighed. She couldn't really say much else at the moment. Her mouth seemed to be glued shut.
He is even better up close she thought.
"I'm Oliver, and you are?"
"Her name is Lark," Sierra said, standing up next to them, "and since you pushed her in, I think you owe her dinner."
"I didn't push her in!"
"Yes you did, I saw you! Don't lie!"
"I didn't!"
Sierra gave him the eye, and he took the hint. A smile crept across his face as he realized he wasn't going to win on this one.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asked so nicely Lark thought she was going to melt right then and there.
"Umhes."
He looked at her confused.
"That was her just saying yes, I would love to, what time?"
"Seven okay with you?"
Lark smiled and nodded. She was very happy.
"Okay, see you then. I've got to go pick up my brother, his car broke down. See ya tomorrow!" he started walking away, looked back, smiled, and then started jogging.
Lark was on her lunch break with Sierra on Friday. They were at a very large restaurant, that had huge concrete steps leading up to it. There was also a big fountain at the end of those steps. They had decided to eat on the ledge of that fountain. After they had finished eating, they sat there for a few moments, just looking around at everything. Then Lark saw him. He was coming to the steps, right toward them.
She turned back to Sierra, and said, "Oh my gosh, see that guy right there? The red head. He is SO hot!"
Sierra looked around for him, and finally she spotted him.
"Lark, he's sitting on the ledge right behind you," Sierra whispered.
Lark whipped around, shocked at how fast that boy was. As she turned around, though, she went to far back on the ledge, and fell into the fountain.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" she heard a voice deeper than Sierra could get say. Then she saw a hand reaching for her. A hand without green nail polish on it.
Lark grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up.
"Thanks," Lark sighed. She couldn't really say much else at the moment. Her mouth seemed to be glued shut.
He is even better up close she thought.
"I'm Oliver, and you are?"
"Her name is Lark," Sierra said, standing up next to them, "and since you pushed her in, I think you owe her dinner."
"I didn't push her in!"
"Yes you did, I saw you! Don't lie!"
"I didn't!"
Sierra gave him the eye, and he took the hint. A smile crept across his face as he realized he wasn't going to win on this one.
"Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow night?" he asked so nicely Lark thought she was going to melt right then and there.
"Umhes."
He looked at her confused.
"That was her just saying yes, I would love to, what time?"
"Seven okay with you?"
Lark smiled and nodded. She was very happy.
"Okay, see you then. I've got to go pick up my brother, his car broke down. See ya tomorrow!" he started walking away, looked back, smiled, and then started jogging.