Jared

Standing in the middle of the backyard, Mila turned to Jared and smiled. While she looked confident and like she knew what she was doing, Jared could tell she was anxious. That, in turn, also made him tense.

“So...” she ventured, locking her hands in one another.

“Yeah.” He cocked an eyebrow, and she huffed.

Mila leaned on the old metal table that had been standing abandoned in the backyard for who knew hold long. The sun over their heads illuminated her black locks and made them seem even wilder than usual. It was one of the few days she had decided to let her hair slid around her...