Doorstep Fights

She threw him a half smile as she stirred the pasta sauce boiling away on the stove. Her LA sun bleached beach waves flow down her back, just touching the top of her bum. Even though it's middle of the summer in LA she has still got on the fluffy socks his mum got her the first time they visited her. Her tan radiates in the sun light shining through the big patio doors. Throwing her head back laughing

"Your an idiot" she laughs, her way of telling him she's loves him.

He can't do anything else but laugh with her, completely mesmerised by her presence. Who would of thought that one delayed train could change his whole future.