Maeve pushed those memories aside, she was nine years old now. Old enough to make her crush know her feelings towards him. To know the good feelings she had for him.

She finally flicked her eyes open, just in time to see that Leo was at the perfect spot where she could throw down her paper ball.

Leo had stopped few metres away from her window, and was talking to some friends of his. Then he tipped his head up, broke into a smile, and then waved at her.

Something which always caused warmth to spread through every of her insides. Leo's smiling was always charming to Maeve, made her...