· · ──── ·𖥸· ──── · · Ada sat with her backside against the tree, quietly observing as the soft wind blew against the leaves and the grass. She could just hear the music from all the way out here in the garden, and it irked her. She couldn’t stand the crowded room full of people more snobby than her, so it was nice to get away and be able to spend her time alone once in a while.

That was till she could hear distant footsteps. She could sense a person sitting down against the other backside of the bark, an audible sigh coming from them. The person probably couldn’t see her from this side of the tree, unaware of her presence. Ada thought to herself, drumming her fingers on her knee.