Day Three

Prompt- Letters/Notes

"Hey, Gray, listen." Lucy cleared her throat as Gray looked up from their couch, and he saw she was

holding a piece of paper. He raised an eyebrow as she began to read aloud from the piece of old paper.

"My dearest Lucy. Your hair like a mid-afternoon sun, your eyes like melted chocolate, I can only hope to hold those slender fingers-"

Gray yelped and stood up abruptly, grabbing at Lucy's wrist. She danced out of the way, giggling. "-those slender fingers,ink-stained with stories-"

"You give that back!"

"Your first love note to me! So cute!"

"Shut up!"

Hey, look. A wild drabble. It appeared out of nowhere. :P