<span style="color: #BF00BF">His smile...<br/><br/>That wonderful gorgeous smile of his...<br/><br/>It had her going weak in the knees, heart fluttering wildly in her chest as she took in his face, from the way his eyes sparkled to the slight dimple in his cheek. A breath-taking sight, to be certain. <span style="font-style: italic">He really is a knight in shining armor...</span> she thought, yet again, as she watched his lips move while he spoke, an image of what it'd be like to press her lips to his filling her mind.</span><br/><br/>These definitely look like something I will enjoy. Thank you...If there is anything you want, grab it too. Then we can get these and go get something sweet...â€<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF"><span style="font-style: italic">I can think of something sweet...</span> Lily countered, a blush creeping on her face that she hastily turned away to hide. Gathering up her things became her excuse to daydream and let her mind wander toward him and what she wished could happen. His strong hands pulling her closer, his eyes boring into her own before he slowly closed the gap between them. Her own eyes drifting shut and his lips hovering a breath away from her own... <br/><br/>But try as she might, she couldn't picture how it would actually be. Not really. Never being kissed, or really held for that matter, hindered that.</span><br/><br/>â€œMy sweet-tooth has a hankering for some ice-cream."<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF00BF"><span style="font-style: italic">Ice cream...sounds cool...and refreshing...and cool...</span><br/><br/>Fastening her coat closed once more, and slipping her scarf around her face, she felt a bit stifled. Whether it be that she was growing hot from the thoughts of Tobias, or the actual weather, she didn't know. All that mattered was she was able to hang around her knight just a little bit longer. A dizzy disposition could be ignored. The heat could be ignored.<br/><br/>But Tobias? Lily wanted to commit to memory, to keep him alive in her thoughts so that, as she moved forward...moved away from him...she'd be able to remember a time where she was actually happy. Where she genuinely smiled and felt like a normal girl.<br/><br/>Where she felt free.<br/><br/>She didn't need a book to read, as she doubt she'd have been reading it anyway. Instead, she was more focused on him, wanting to find out more about him to make his memory just that little bit more tangible. There was no way to repay him for his generosity, not when he'd given her so much more than he could possibly have realized. He was simply being...him. Yet, she'd find a way. <br/><br/>By the end of that day, she'd find a way.</span>