there's not a lot of things that bother isha. there aren't any, in fact, now that she thinks about it, but as she stands on the table, handing out flyers to everyone in line for ice cream, her eyes keep zeroing in on the specks of yellow in a boy's hair, his head bent and fingers flying across his phone. isha can tell that whatever it is that's in his hair, it isn't there on purpose, and so when john — her boss — lets her off, she walks towards him, hands wringing together, and lightly taps his shoulder, effectively catching his attention. he turns to look at her slowly, pulling a earphone out of his ear, pink lips tugged down in a frown.
"um," isha begins, nervously, unsure, "there's something in your hair."
the lines in the boy's forehead deepen, his free hand immediately going to his head and shuffling through, trying to get rid of whatever it is that the pretty girl told him about. when he's done, he tilts his head down, giving isha a view, as if asking her if it's gone. it isn't, however, and so isha shakes her head, a sympathetic smile on her face.
"do you want me to get it for you?" she asks, her voice soft and sweet. the boy's beautiful green eyes flit across her face, calculating, watching as a blush colours her cheeks pink. he then nods, a small smile tugging at his heart shaped lips, dimple cutting across his soft cheeks, and tilts his head back down again, bending his knees a little to give the short girl better access.
isha smiles, her eyes twinkling, and goes on her tippy toes, nimble fingers immediately tangling into his hair, tugging softly at the roots to get rid of what seem like dry leaves, brushing them into her hand gently, trying to ignore how incredibly soft and luscious his locks feel under her hands, how she could do this all day, how she could just imagine his hair tickling her skin. no, she has to stop thinking, so she gently pulls back, fingers curling around the dead leaves, a dazzling, toothy smile on her face.
"is it all gone?" the boy asks, face confused as he tries to look up, hand patting at his hair. when he speaks, isha almost melts, because his voice is huskier, smoother, softer and so much more velvety than she had expected. he would make an amazing singer, she thinks.
"every single bit of it," isha says, holding out her palm, watching his eyes flit down to the pile of dried leaves in her small palm, and he grins as he looks back at her, his mega-watt smile almost throwing her off her feet.
"keep that. it's a present."
"keep the dead leaves?"
"yeah, think of them as flowers. from me to you, as a thank you," he says, wiggling his eyebrows, voice teasing, watching isha's face break into another mind-numbing, heart-stopping smile.
"okay."
"okay? you'll keep them for me?"
"if you want me to, leaf boy," she responds, bringing out her phone from her back packet. the boy watches as she pulls of her transparent back case, softly and slowly spreading the dried leaves on it, and then shoves her phone back in, holding it up for harry to see, "there, happy?"
someone asks them to move, since the line has, and harry grunts a little as he steps out, closer to isha, out of the line, his eyes glinting with unadulterated joy, lips gleaming as he licks them, watching isha intently, laughing a little at her idea.
"harry, but leaf boy's a great name too," he says, holding his hand out, rings gleaming in the warm spring sun. isha happily takes his hand, shaking it firmly, surely, watching his eyes follow her every moment.
"isha."
"so, isha, can i buy you an ice cream?"

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