Little Lemon Girl
Phaden sat calmly with his legs crossed, looking over the parchment laid neatly under his quill. He'd calmly place the quill back into the bottle of ink, reading over his poem one last time.
❝ Little Lemon Girl.
Oh how you caught my eye, with your strangest sour taste.
I'd have been afraid you'd make my heart sigh.
With your vibrant colors, and shining grin.
You've indeed got me wrapped around your finger
with the simple words "Best Friend".
Little Lemon Girl, how childish you are.
How you jest to make me smile and how you'd
walk many a miles just to see such a rare sight.
Little Lemon girl, you win. But on the condition you let
me have a bite. ❞
Phaden seemingly smiled over the page, before looking off with a grumble. He'd look like he was about to crumble it, but instead locked his eyes with a lemon that was oddly placed on his desk from earlier today. He'd give a small sigh, leaning his head on his desk and starring at the fruit with a warm smile over his features.
