You observed silently as your kneeled friend, Cosette, rested her slim hands on the surface of the pond, the ripples spreading softly across the water. Her eyes remained fixed on the moss covering the pond floor, immersed in her own thoughts.

You'd hum in response as Cosette shared her reservations about a hypothetical boyfriend. "You know, I don't think I ever want a boyfriend," Cosette confessed, her avoidance attachment style on full display. "He wouldn't like me. I'm always avoiding people; it would hurt him, wouldn't it?"