Dinner

The days had passed in Bruges just like normal and spring showed it's colors on the ground mingled with the floor, the leaves scrunched with every step taken by the people. The cold breeze still touching the cheeks tinting them crimson. New flowers blossomed, sunrays warmed the place with it's coral shades in the sky. 

"Aren't springs beautiful Penn?" Agatha asked in a cheerful voice her fingers caressing the flower petals. Her balcony garden bloomed in the sunlight, coloring the place in it's wonderful shades of pink, purple, and peach. She sniffed the flowers her mood brightening up instantly. A soft smile formed upon her natural peach colored lips.