She started nodding at the song’s rhythm miming the crowd around her, despite finding herself not enjoying that music in any possible way.
He should have verified of being out of her field vision, before exulting with a old-fashioned galop in the middle of the street.
She grabbed the end of the skirt and exclaimed “This is really pretty indeed”, whispering as she folded the hem and noticing the loose stitches in the inside.
They were sitting next to each other and both staring the screen of her phone: and now that he got closer to her, he noticed clumps of a yellowish glue at the base of her eyelashes.
Looking at him, she was not quite sure he’d still think sometimes about the years they spent together.