The murmur of high schoolers' trivial conversations encompassed Isabella, who slowly – but surely – made her way to Phineas' self-constructed Mustang. The young man was nonchalantly leaned against its frame, arms crossed and a foot propped against the door.
He smiled apologetically as she approached. "Rough day, huh?"
"What do you mean?"
A knowing glance followed.
"Oh, you're talking about what Adyson and Holly did?" She scoffed. "Please. I whip my hair at those girls."
Phineas dramatically shielded his eyes, retracting his body in fear. "No, not the dreaded pop culture reference!" The feigned horror found Isabella giggling. When had his presence, she mused, delivered anything but de facto solace?
All joking matters aside, Phineas' mirthful timbre cleared hints of reverie within her thoughts.
"Hey. You'll always have me, right?"
Bliss saturated the smile he evoked. "Yes. Yes I will."
And that was quite enough.