Serene.

The light catches the fringe of your scarf as it brushes against bare skin. A slight tilt of the head, a hint of pink on lowered lips. The scent of summer breeze and chlorine lingers on her skin. A warmth spreads through the quiet when your thumb finds its way to the curve of her wrist. A shiver, easily missed, but undeniably there. A smile blooms as shechesks the tip of your nose. Perfect.