Finding the outdoors irresistable, Blythe had taken to settling herself by the lake after a morning of work. She should have gone home to do homework and other responsible things for tomorrow, but every spring day was one to be adored. Dressing in bright, flamboyant reds and pinks and dark greens, Blythe had decided her color of the day was the reddish-rose amaranth, beads and strands of hair colored to suit it.
Crossing her legs and perching herself on the lawn by the lake, she opened her satchel and pulled out a notebook, pen already tucked in her hair for use. At this point she had to consider doing some homework.
Poetry. Gods, she didn't understand it. Give her a news article to write, she would excel. But the artistic word was beyond her. And it was Shakespeare. Why had she decided to test her mettle on Shakespeare?
Quitely fuming, she hadn't heard the steps of an approaching young man until the first comment passed his lips. Looking up, she found herself greeting a handsome guy, smiling and curious as to what she was up to. How odd!, she thought. It wasn't often others approached her.
"Thank you!" Blythe nodded down to her notebook, scowling visibly. "I'm trying to write a stupid Shakespearean sonnet. It's absolutely beyond me. You wouldn't know anything about it, would you?"
While it was a slightly unconventional introduction, she was very happy for the company.