You walk outside and sit down on a bench, appreciating the favorable weather as you think of ways to kill the three-hour gap before your next class. Suddenly, you catch a glimpse of two boys harping on a girl, clearly showing her annoyance by their presences.

Kinsley: I told you already, I'm meeting with someone.

The two of you make eye contact and she smiles brightly. She waves at you enthusiastically and strides towards you, eager to shake off the unwanted company.