"Hello"
That was the first thing she ever said to me when she saw me looking at her from the other side. She stood there in front of me, gasping for air, the blouse sticking to her skin as sweat shined down her face.
I watched her lips move as they formed her name, "Summer Nicholas" was the way they introduced herself.
All I could think was the poetry that Shakespeare wrote.
Shall I compare thee to summers day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the daring buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often in his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or natures changing course,
Untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade;
