with her back to him at a distance, she’s an unsuspecting figure through the scatter of students flooding outside to greet the sun, one he picks out with ease. smile sneaky and sweet, a boy caught with nothing more but mischief as he quietly comes up close from behind. from this proximity, he catches the familiar, comforting scent of berries and hibiscus and closes the gap, one palm placed over her eyes. his baritone is a warm hum, light with a hitch of laughter against her hair. “guess who.”