Hideaway Strath My piano, the clouds.

Juuuust gonna sneak on in here real quick, if you don't mind!

 

How long had it been seen he'd seen Towhee? Weeks? Years? Decades. Yes decades, or so it felt. The time was upon him to find Towhee and speak with her once more. Not of feelings or the past, but of the future. He wanted no more murky water, he was, for the most part, over the rejection. He still held feelings for her but they were being tucked away. It was time to move on.

It wasn't long before he saw her, though he wasn't sure she saw him. Which ever the case he was to make first contact. Rye sort of felt like he was going to try to speak to an alien, nerves and worry picked at his confidence. He pushed through it, unwilling to let another week pass. He trotted up near her, making attempts at getting her attention. Hopefully she would catch what he said, "Hey, long time no see." He opened with a his Rye smile, "How have you been?" Was that too direct? Would Towhee go along with it? Rye was sure sue would but then again, surprises are called surprises for a reason.