SIGN OF THE TIMES

The sunlight shined down upon us. I turned to look at him. I found him staring at me first.
"Do you notice we keep coming back to each other?" I asked him. "Like we always keep crossing each other paths?"
He smiled to himself, looking down. He looked up to me.
"Yeah" He said. "It could be a coincidence though"
I chuckled.
"A coincidence" I said, mocking him. "You're saying that everytime we entered each other's lives in the past seven years was a coincidence?"
He let out a chuckle.
"Not everytime" Harry said. "Definitely not everytime"