@Tyler
“Hey!” Dot squealed a little, laughing as she tried to shake the ladybug out of her hair. “So immature.” she huffed teasingly as she leant down, plucking another cherry tomato and throwing it at the back of his head in retaliation.
Tyler turned when the tomato hit him, laughing even harder. He bent down to pick it up and brushed off the dirt and grass onto his shirt. “Hey, no food fights allowed.” He grinned and sat down on the bench outside, patting the spot beside him. “Tell me about your trip.”















