Peter himself had received a draft letter,
but of course would never let them catch him alive.
As he meandered down to the shore, his mind wandered
off to reminisce about the times he’d taken for granted.
He loved walking around this early in the morning; when
nothing lingered around the corner, and nobody could give him
any more judgement than he gave himself.
He spotted a girl, who came slowly into view as he took
a few steps in her direction. He grinned once he saw her
glasses laying on the ground, and without provocation,
picked them up.
“These ones here?” He mocked as he slid them over the bridge of her
nose.
“Doesn’t look like you were missing much. Besides I’m way more handsome
whenever you’re not wearing em’, so…. who needs em anyway?”
Unlike many of the unfortunate souls who had been drafted against their will, Lillian had volunteered to join the war effort. Dropped her medical studies just a few months ago to offer her services as a military nurse. It made her present attitude even more unjustified - but she couldn’t HELP feeling that way.
She saw the silhouette approaching and felt the familiar, cold feeling of the spectacle frames on her nose, and her eyesight became clear again, her eyelids blinking rapidly as she adjusted herself to the dim light of the morning sun. She stared all the way up to her savior, shrugging a brow at his… rather original appearance.
❝ No, trust me, you looked weird. And blurry. ❞ She got up on her feet, staggering a little, an embarrassed smile on her lips. ❝ Thank you. You saved my day, uh… ❞
She didn’t know his name. Obviously.
❝ …Mr.Handsome. ❞