They just walk along the track in silence, towards the sunset. The heaven seems to glow and dives the grain fields which are gentle soughing from the mild wind into bronze light. It smells of nature, of fresh grass and earth. Some birds are still chirping and the crickets are chirring.
„Romantic" presses in Calleighs' mind without wanting it. Perhaps it would be better to be here with Marc and not with Ryan? To go for this walk together, she means. Would it? But why she minds, it doesn't have to mean a thing, she just goes for a walk with a good friend and – okay – there is a little bit of romantic atmosphere. Not to mention that she isn't really fond of such sob-stuff.

"What kind of music you like the most?", she interrupts the silence, probably to stop her thoughts. And it's a good question because she truly wonders before but always forgot to ask him. But luckily she remembers now!

He looks at her, smiles and she smiles back. In this mild light his lovely eyes are shining yellowish; and green and brown…

"Mainly I prefer rock-music; various types of it. But just NO Hip-Hop! I'm getting earaches from this kind of "music"."

She has to laugh.

"What types of rock-music exactly?"

Again he bows his head aside and raises his eyebrow, as if he is asking himself why she want to know all of this.

„Okay." He takes a deep breath and stuffs his hands into his trouser pockets – nearly touching her hand while doing this, but only nearly…

"Indie, Rock'n'roll, Alternative, some Punk and Pop-Rock… I also like Emo. I enjoy listening to bands like "Taking Back Sunday", "Mando Diao", "The Strokes" and some more. Well, I prefer not so public bands."

„Wow." Calleigh puffs away a hank from her face which was blown there by the wind.
"You really know the scene, I, personally, never heard one of these band-names yet."

"If you want I will bring you along a CD, they are actually amazing."

"Okay". She gives him a smile.

"And what's about you?"
His eyes examine her full of expectation. Right in this moment he looks like a little child. She has to grin.

"Well, I like Rock'n'Roll, too, in addition I listen to a lot of "Queen" and "The Beatles". I just like Oldies."

"That's good: no Hip-Hop, that's the best!"

They are both laughing. Slowly he removes his hands of his trouser pockets and for only a second he touches her hand. Indeed it's short but they both twitch back as if they have been stung by a wasp.
A funny feeling expatiates in Calleigh's body, a strange feeling, much too extraordinary to describe it just with these words – it's somehow sensational, hot, scaring, a bit awkward but… indescribable.
They both stopped walking and now are looking at each other, silently. You can only hear the chirring of the crickets and the singing of the birds.
Calleigh hears her heart beating fast, she feels burning hot.

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awwww o.O