89 Rabbit

The curly light chestnut brown hair bounced as the bespectacled, freckled man made his way towards home. He pushed his rectangular glasses back to its place as it kept on sliding down his face on every step made.

From a distance, he glimpsed the two figures that were the talk of the town, exiting the Bonington Hall. The blonde and the black-haired duo making such a striking contrast in the sea of green shrubs.

His footing came to a halt as he waited for them to climb their vehicle. He stared and studied them, wondering whether they looked good with each other, but it was the looks on Sara's face that made him not to dwell on any further. 

Her face was filled with genuine happiness as her smile reached the corner of her eyes. Even when neither of them was saying anything, there was a look of someone in love. If life is an animation, he would expect to see hearts spewing from her eyes.