Learning 2

Scarlett POV

Now is not the time for me to want to fight or argue, it's supposed to be enjoyable for everyone, and I understand that. There are times when I want to be a brat and I know this isn't the time. I feel Will go to my left and then Nick goes to my right and I see a purple rope, the same shade as my hair, it's not too thin and not too thick, and it looks like it's made of silk or more delicate fabric.

Will is wearing a black rope.

Each one is contrasting to me, and although they both have warm touches, I can tell the difference. Nick is firmer, while Will handles it more delicately, I look from one to the other as they start to pass the rope.

"Um... I'd like to see the two strings together." I say as I'm delighted to see that although they make the same movements, there are still small details that differ.

"Why?" Nick asked. They had both stopped moving.

"I see that the design is going to be the same, but the touch of each one is different," I replied. If they wanted me to be