She slid onto his lap, her frame lightly resting on his as she kissed him. "Craw," she murmured, almost as if she were scolding him. "Everyone who meets you falls in love with you. Trust me; I'm the lucky one."
"An entirely accurate figure," she said, nodding to herself before kissing his forehead. "Trust me. Everyone loves you."
She turned her face towards him, his head fitting perfectly in the curve of her neck. Her fingers brushed through his hair and she sighed contentedly. "I love you too, Craw."
"Hm. Fine," she said, giving him one last kiss before scooting off his lap and grabbing her bag. "Let's go."
She came around to his side and took his hand. "So," she said casually, brushing her hair back with a free hand. "Where to first?"
"We could just walk and look through the windows for now," he said. "I only remember the book store near here."
"Sounds good to me," he said, leading her down the street. In the area, there were mostly nice cars and a few people walked, going about their daily business.
She tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked around curiously. "I'm trying to imagine you as a teenager walking around here," she said thoughtfully. "But I can't quite picture it." She paused and then a look of excitement crossed her face. "Francis! The Boy Scout pictures!"
"But they're at your house," she said. "I remember distinctly you saying that they are at your parent's house in hard copy."
