Scribble: I haven't written anything sweet in a while, and Junk Science's "Bancroft" is playing...

      Her bangs fall gracefully over her eyes, just long enough to hide the round, brown orbs from the streetlight. A bashful smile falls soon after, sweet, shy, and sincere, if the flushing cheeks are to be believed.
      Her gentle laughter flows, bubbles along a mountain stream, just enough to tickle. A slender fingertip brushes little brown locks to the side, as a certain smile reflects in certain eyes in the dim glow.
      "Really?" she asks, voice as smooth as silk, half-giggled words casting wrinkles in the sheets.
      Really.