Vincent felt Violet tremble in his arms. He let his grip loosen and took her to the couch. He settled her down and went back into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

-- At 5 p.m. --

Vincent and Violet relaxed on the couch, watching tv. Nothing exciting happened throughout the day. It was very peaceful.
A day like this should never end. It feels so relieving when you don't have a million targets on your back.
"Hey Vincent?" Violet asked. She wore a purple sweater with a white shirt under it. Her pants were purple also but were made out of cotton.
"Hmm?" Vincent asked. He wore a white t-shirt with simple jeans.
"When do you think your friends would be comfortable around me?" Violet asked, looking up at him.
"Well, Mike will have suspicion of you like he did with me. You'll just have to be nice to Jeremy. Fritz is practically okay with you and so is Scott," Vincent explained. Violet nodded and rested her head on his shoulder.
"That's good. Mike and my friend, Kimmy, would be great friends," Violet said.
"How exactly?"
"They're both tough. What else does Mike like it do?"
"He likes Pokemon and drinking. We don't exactly hang out so I don't know"
"Kimmy likes Pokemon and drinking too!"
"What about that Jenny girl?"
"She's totally like Jeremy! They're faces are so alike and very unique! Even their hair is alike."
"Yeah. What about us?"
"Us? Well, we're very alike ourselves. We're both purple, we both have white eyes, our past can be compared as the same."
"Yeah. That's true," Vincent finished the conversation by stroking Violet's hair. She smiled and blushed. He smiled right back. They looked into each other's eyes, blushing. They're gaze locked.
Violet went a little bit closer to Vincent's face. She quickly kissed his cheek and hid her face in embarrassment. Vincent looked at her in awe, his cheeks burned with passion.