I grew up in California, lived a couple hours away from Yosemite national park. Or just San Jose ca. It was pretty there, the trees the rivers and clean ocean breeze
Qibli ran a hand through his blonde hair. "Yes really. You're... well.. pretty and nice.. and although I have no idea why'd you want to go near me, I would definitely accept your offer." He answered quietly, absentmindedly scratching Sahara's neck.
Qibli smiled slightly, looking a little worried at her words. How was he ever supposed to work this out? What was he supposed to say? Wear? Do? He turned his horse around and started heading back, glancing at her a couple times.