In the next couple of days, Callum took her to stargaze, on long beach walks where they would walk barefoot holding each other's hands or on trips to bookstores where she had no idea what to do and would only enjoy him in action. He would be excitedly choosing classical literature and then would read it out to her.
After she told him about her reading disability, he would often read her his favourite poems and passages of prose. Not only this, sometimes she would only stare at him while he would be in the attic of the bookstore where he would sit on the floor with his back leaning against the bundles of the old and smelly books that he said smelled heaven to him.
If someone were to ask what her favourite sight was. It would be Callum Facci and every little thing associated with him.
