Butterfly Earrings, Iced Cafe Latte and a Mocha.

"Let's go somewhere,"
"The mall?"
"The mall's a good place,"
"It'll be our first time, yeah?"

Hands held together, a day out, a walk, a date.

"Wanna catch a movie?"
"Hm... no, I don't feel like it,"
"Why not?"
"In a movie, we can't talk to each other. I'd like to know more about you,"
"Oh. That makes sense. Let's walk around first instead,"

A small chip by chip, layers peeled off, growing deeper, growing closer.

"That's so gorgeous,"
"You want to try it on?"
"Nah, I'd never look good in it with my type of body,"
"You think so? I'd think you'd look great. Try it on anyway,"
"Well, okay,"
"See, it looks really nice,"
"But, my tummy,"
"It's just a little bit,"
"Haha, maybe next time, I need to lose some weight first,"

Unaware of the world, only two people, lost inside a world of beauty.

"Ohhh, look at this,"
"A pair of butterfly earrings, real pretty,"
"Yeah it is- Where are you going with it?"
"To pay up. You don't need to try it on, it'll look great,"
"What? You don't have to, it's alright..."
"There. You look beautiful with these,"
"This is the first time you're buying something for me. I'm happy!"

A pair of earrings. A pair of lovers.

"What are you looking at? Is something on my face?"
"I just feel like looking at you,"
"Why?"
"You're beautiful,"
"Haha, I'm not that beautiful,"
"Yes, you are,"
"...Thanks,"
"Let's finish up our coffee. It's getting late,"
"Thanks for everything,"

And no more words are needed, for a feeling that cannot be described.