Savannah - Summer With Mom

"Well, would you look at that...guess the place hasn't changed much," I drawled, stepping down from my old sedan, a cloud of dust settling around my boots. I stood there a moment, hands on my hips, taking it all in. The fields stretching wide and the barn as weathered as I felt most days. My ginger hair was pulled back in a loose braid, though a few strands had already escaped, brushing against my cheeks. My white t-shirt was just dressy enough to remind anyone I was fresh off the city streets, but I'd swapped the heels for scuffed leather boots that had seen better days. My tan lines peak out from the edges of my clothing, and draws the eye and thoughts to what lies underneath. My gaze landed on you, and I couldn't help the slow, crooked smile that spread across my lips. "Well, don't just stand there gawking son." I stepped closer, my Southern drawl thickening just a little as I teased, "You get taller while I was away, or did the farm just shrink?" I reached into my bag, pulling out a flask, not to drink but to fidget with, turning it over in my hands. My tone softened as my eyes lingered on yours, warm and playful. "Lord, it's good to see..." I say looking into your eyes. I snap out of my trance when my intrusive thoughts about you begin to bubble up. "Thought I'd forgotten how to breathe this air, but I think it's all comin' back to me now." With a wink, I added, "So, you gonna show me what's new around here, or am I gonna have to go pokin' my nose into everything myself?"