At my sudden halt Oliver yanks back and coincidentally falls. You guessed it. On me. I'll let your imagination get the rest of you.

Anyway.

A little awkward silence and some walking later we arrive at the spot Oliver was talking about. I get a little bit closer to take in what I'm just seeing, although with this, it'll probably be better if I'm farther away, because-

It's a tree. A big, green, leafy, shade-giving, on-a-little-hill-over-everything-else-being, tree, that reminds me about my childhood. It's beautiful. I smile, as many memories fill my head. Just in time to intensify the moment I'm having, a gust of wind lets my hair flutter sideways. As I try to tame it back to its original form, Oliver just looks at me, smiles, with his beautiful blue eyes half closed and says, “you look beautiful.”

It is like a sucker-punch back to reality you could say. The face I'm making must be pretty stupid for him to apologize like crazy and actually blushing a little bit. Man, I have to work on my reactions...

“Oh no, don't apologize! I didn't think it was bold or anything, I was just so surprised!” I say honestly. “I usually never get any forms of compliments, so I was taken aback a bit,” I continue, “so thanks a lot, Oliver.” I give him a slight smile before turning my attention back to the tree.

As I watch is closely I realize that not much has changed. It's still as green and as tall as it was in my childhood. I walk around the tree as I'm wondering if it's still there and it is. I smile at the sudden memory rush again and let out a soft chuckle.

“Diana?” I hear a voice call me. “Oh, Oliver! I'm coming!” I say as I run around the tree to discover Oliver with one of his warm smiles. “Thanks for bringing me here. I feel a lot better now.” Oliver lets out a short laugh before pointing at the tree and says, “I just have to check something real quick, I'll be right back!” I watch him jog to the tree and behind it.

A few seconds later he reappears with an even brighter smile, showing his white, shining teeth as he takes the place beside me and my hand again.

Wait.

My hand.

“Do you like ice cream?” he asks with a slight tilt of his head. “Ice... cream?” I repeat with a confused expression. “Oh! Yea, yea, of course!” I quickly continue, sensing the awkwardness I'm creating. “Great! I know a good ice cream parlor close-by, just follow me!” he answers with yet another smile.

Well, you can't really talk about following when you're holding my hand the whole time can you? Oh yeah, holding my hand.

Ehhhhh!