Yet again, they met.
Like they were destined to meet.
At 2 in the morning under the ever so pretty moonlight where the sky was dazzled by stars against the violet which disappeared into a gradient of iris purple and lilac. The entire view slowly diffusing into warmer hues, something of much more immense beauty.
Like every time, both the boy and the girl enjoyed eachother's company in silence. In a rather beautiful and comforting silence.
All the same.
Except,
This time she got herself an orange drink while he had coca cola again.
She knew she liked this. For Park Cyra hated oranges.
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