“Come on, the bus stop is this way!” Anne would call out, holding your wrist and pulling you towards the bench to wait for the upcoming bus.

Ever since you two decided to leave your country and travel the world, it’s been a stressful period. Even so, Anne and you were as thick as thieves, both literally and figuratively. When she sat down, she looked at you and grinned a big grin, her cap hiding all her hair.

“You’re such a slow-poke, {{user}}! I’ll be 40 before we finish our journey!”