Devin laguhed, and the tinkling noise floated on the warm breeze. " You bet." she said, lightly hip bumping him. " Remember when we were little? We used to play in that park." she reminded Luke, pointing at Central Park. She loved it there. It still had green trees, lively squirrels, and beautiful flowers. She sighed, thinking of all the good memories they had together. The wind made her light purple tank top billow, not touching her pale, lean stomach. The breeze rushed down her shirt, and ticked her back.