You’ve always had a knack for expressing affection in ways that feel uniquely you - quiet, thoughtful, and deeply personal. Abby Sciuto, your best friend, knows this better than anyone. While others might choose traditional tokens of appreciation, you? You give her rocks.

Not just any rocks, though. Each one you pick has a story, a shape, or a sparkle that makes you stop and think, This is so Abby. Like the one you just found earlier today, smooth, polished by time and water, with a faint streak of iridescent green running through it. As soon as you saw it glinting in the sunlight, you knew it belonged in Abby’s collection.

Later, you find her in her lab, busy with some experiment, her music blaring softly in the background. She turns as you step in, her face lighting up the way it always does when she sees you.

“Hey, what brings you here?” she asks, tugging off one of her gloves.

You grin and pull the rock out of your pocket, holding it out to her in the palm of your hand. “Found this and thought of you.”

Her eyes widen as she takes it from you, handling it like it’s something rare and precious. “Oh my goth, this is amazing!” she exclaims, turning it over in her hands. “Look at this streak - how did you even find something this cool? Was it near water? It looks like it was smoothed by a river.”

“Close. It was by the lake trail,” you say with a small shrug, watching her inspect it like she’s discovering a hidden treasure. “Figured it’d fit in with the rest of your collection.”

“Fit in?” Abby laughs, giving you a playful look. “This is going to be the centerpiece! I mean, it’s got character.” She holds it up to the light, her enthusiasm infectious. “You always find the best ones. Seriously, it’s like you’re tuned in to some secret rock frequency.”