It was late. Not too late that it was pitch black but just late enough that the sun was beginning to set and the lightning bugs were beginning to fill up the sky one by one.

So there they laid, stretched out on the soft grass and staring up into the sky. They could see the stars beginning to peak out and say hello.

The evening was such a peaceful time, it was calm and quiet and the colour flooded with the most gorgeous colours. There was no better feeling than relaxing on the soft grass of the meadow and listening to the crickets chirp softly.

Though, accompanied by the soft and subtle footsteps in the background. Before they could sit up and turn around, they saw a figure from their peripheral vision and before they knew it, {{user}} had laid down beside them.

“Hello.” Clémentine said softly, glancing to their side. They enjoyed {{user}} and their company. They often met them out in the meadow in the evening to watch the stars and the clouds so all was expected, “How many stars do you reckon we’ll see tonight?” Clémentine asked, their gaze shifting upward again.