 for MJ & Ansley <3 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
It was a beautiful afternoon and since Zach had finished up his work at the magazine's headquarters, he thought he could leave a little early to enjoy the rest of the day by himself. Thankfully, his boss had agreed and so here, he was enjoying the sunshine and the gentle breeze that rippled through his hair.
This was the first time in years he had visited the park in years and he was pleased to see that not much had changed. He used to come here with his mom's sister and his cousins when he was smaller and in England for vacation. They would have picnics here. His aunt would be sure to make lots of macaroni and cheese for him since it was his favourite. Those were some of his best memories. Zach stopped at the pond, his hands stuck in the front pocket of his pants. He stared absently down at the water and his reflection stared back up.
There was one thing bothering him and that happened to be his thoughts of Ansley. Ever since their first meeting, he thought of the man daily. "Forget it, Zacharoni. He's not interested in you,'' he muttered to himself and using that old nickname his aunt had came up with for him.
Why would he be? asked his conscience. |