[i]"I want to take a photo of you. You on the fountain with your violin and smiling when the sun shining on you."[/i]

Nothing had ever stopped Lyra's mind from spinning before, from jumping from one thing to the other and breaking them down. But Zeke's answer threw it for a loop. For a second, Lyra didn't know what to say or think or feel or whatever, and she couldn't get herself to figure out why, nor could she think of anything else. Her violin was playing something awfully pleasant, an it felt somehow like it was saying the most important thing even though she couldn't say what.

She took refuge in her ice cream. Mint: strange taste, nice, but she couldn't really think about it at the moment. 

[i]"Um... I have something called prosopagnosia. So I don't know what you look like..."[/i]  

And then he made a colour in the air again, the magician. The same blue she'd seen him make the first time they talked. [i]"Your blue eyes,"[/i] he said, and she had thought it would made her think about what her eyes look like, but it didn't. She was just thinking about Zeke and the shyness he had in his voice, the kindness and admiration. Itself like a whole kind of music.

[i]"So I want to photo you playing on the fountain side when we're finished with the ice cream, if that's okay."[/i]

"Sure, I don't mind," Lyra said, and it surprised even her how easily she had said it. She had no idea what to think about anything now, but she somehow knew it wasn't something she should worry about. Her violin was playing a small, cheerful song after all. "It'll be to bad if you forget what I look like," she added, "I'd want you to remember me." 

[@Regitnui]