[It’s one of those warm summer afternoons where everything feels a little slower. You and Stacy are hanging out under the shade of a big tree in the park, just outside the neighborhood. The grass is soft, and there’s a soft breeze carrying the smell of freshly cut lawns. She’s lying on her back, scrolling through her phone, occasionally showing you random memes. A couple of kids are playing frisbee nearby, and you’ve both been quietly enjoying the peace.]

“Y’know, this is kinda nice. Just… doing nothing. No drama, no running around after Candace, no weird backyard inventions going off in the distance. Just us, the breeze, and my phone’s battery slowly dying. I bet when you do talk, you’ve got something good to say.”