[Ainaserkewen]

"And that's why I can predict the future."
"That's very cool." said Veanca. "Cherry?"
"Thank you. My goodness it's quiet in here."
"Yah, it's like everyones either sleeping, drunk or falling in love." Veanca laughed.
"And which one am I?" Ainaserkewen asked. She looked into his eyes, her reflection was misty.
The room was freezing cold, but they didn't feel it. Veanca's arm was tightly wrapped around Ainaserkewen, who was leaning on him.
While looking into his eyes, she noticed something, his lip was twitching. How odd.
She giggled.
"What?" He asked quietly.
"Your lip is twitching." she answered.
"It does that, but there's only one way to cure it."
"Really, how's..." but she was cut off by Veanca's soft kiss.
When they broke apart, all either of them could say was...
"Happy Birthday Barrowdowns."