This is where we met, she remarked.
He smiled down at her, I know, I remember.
He took a deep breath; he had something he wanted to tell her.
He glanced across the field and then turned back to look at her, but he couldn’t see her.
He heard her laugh and followed the sound to where she was lying on the grass, her drawings scattered around her.
He reached down to help her up and together they walked the rest of the way home, hand in hand.