Adam Kane

A warm September evening. Sunset was just beginning, and the trees, with their golden, fiery crowns, looked beautiful in the sun's rays. Adam sat under a tree by a lake where a pair of snow-white swans swam. Kane held a fiction book he'd just started reading. Adam himself was wearing brown corduroy pants, a cream-colored shirt, and a matching brown vest. The wind ruffled his light brown curls, and the sun caressed them. His best friend (you) sat next to Adam, just wanting to chat with her friend.

• Hello, princess. How are you?
  Kane's voice was calm, a little quiet, but tremblingly soft and gentle. Listening to Adam was a pleasure, especially when he read something out loud.