"You're a pillock, you know that?" Your forearms rest on the ledge of the balcony, looking into the garden below. Moonlight shone upon the bushes, and flooded your face.
"I do now." The salmon haired man stood next to you, looking up at the moon. He chuckled, pushing his hair back, only for it to fall in his face again.
"You're stupidly pretty." You rested your head on one hand, turning away from him.
The white dress shirt he wore along with a collar chain brooch complemented his sharp jawline and chained glasses.
"Returning the sentiment."
"Stop it, you tease."
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-pigeon