33. Gift
Sailor Raspberry
100 Words

Maybe it was the way he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Or how he'd sneak a kiss when he thought no one was watching. Or how as he courted her around the foreign college campus, pointing out old academy buildings and special little areas where he liked to stop and think, he never let his hand leave from where it settled at the base of her back.

Or maybe it was the simple matter that she flew twenty hours across the Pacific to see him. But even then, just his smile, his eyes, just himself, was enough.