Lily was a beautiful girl of about 18, Bryan, her beau, was of the same age. Lily, a mocha skinned, athletic, young lady with molasses brown eyes was coming home today. She had been in New Jersey, visiting family and participating in a softball training clinic to hone her skills. She had not seen her beau in nearly three months, and as she rested her head on the cool, double paned plastic window of the plane, her heart lept with joy. As the plane descended from the fluffy white clouds, Lily awoke from a restful sleep; she had dreamt of Bryan, her beau of nearly two years now, lying with her, surrounded by her beautifully endless sea of black curls as they rest in each others' arms. As Lily got off of the plane, she quivered as she resisted the urge to run to the train, riding down to the baggage claim area where he would be just as eagerly awaiting her arrival. When she stepped off of the train and rode the escalator to the fountain, her eyes searched desperately for his face. Suddenly, as the sea of faces parted, there he was. Bryan, tall, strong, and handsome, his red hair flaming like a beacon, welcoming her home, his warm smile, a set of dazzling white teeth flashing to her as he spots her. Bryan opens his arms in gesture for her, an invitation back into the strong sense of love they both shared. She runs to him, dropping her bags at their feet as the two lovers embrace and kiss passionately. βI love you,β she spoke breathlessly as they broke off.He smiled and hugged her tightly.
βI love you too,β he whispered. Holding onto her hand, he took her bag and carried it out to the car. Her parents were both working today, so they had the house to themselves.