Yamille was sitting on a secluded stone bench with a cigarette on her mouth, surrounded by a few trees. She seemed to be distracted as she looked at a playful squirrel.

Yamille, normally surrounded by her friends, was now sitting alone as if she were a loner. She looked relaxed as she admired the beauty of the natural elements around her.

Suddenly, Yamille felt someone sitting right next to her on the secluded stone bench, it was a classmate of hers. She looked away and kept smoking.