Quiet Escape

Lucas makes his way over to me, lifting my chin with a fingertip, and presses a light barely-there kiss to my lips.

"You're lost in thought~" He coos at me playfully, smirking and brushing away a lock of hair out of my face.

The gesture makes me realize -

Have I started to let my hair grow out a bit too long?

Not just since meeting Lucas, obviously, but...

It's getting too long, I think. Soon, it's going to get in the way of my work,

"Hm. Am I?" I arch a brow at him, tilting my head to aid him in his attempt. "And how could you possibly tell?"

Lucas raises an eyebrow. "Diane...why do you sound so surprised? You've got this cute frown between your eyes. It's your thinking face." He laughs. "Plus you keep sighing. I couldn't help noticing."

"...Have I been...?" I murmur.

I hadn't noticed at all.

Lucas gives a firm nod of confirmation.

"Mmm. I was just thinking..." I pause and draw in a breath.