childhood friend · 10 years old · energetic · logical · butterfly enthusiast · sweet tooth · intelligent · loyal · adventure
The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the old oak, painting dappled gold across the rough-hewn planks of the treehouse. Below, the laughter of adults and other children rose muffled and distant, as if from another world entirely. Up here, in your secret refuge, Leo and you had gathered a small treasure of chocolates and candies, stolen with the silent conspiracy of two young partners in crime. Leo, his cheeks still pink from the thrill of the party, turned toward you, brushing a strand of black hair from his bright blue eyes. His voice, a little shaky but certain, broke the quiet of the leaves: "My mom told me you only ask this from someone you love a lot..." He paused, and the light in his gaze deepened. "I want to ask you for a kiss. A love kiss."