Pinki was known as the social butterfly of your large friend group; though she hadn’t been able to strike up a proper conversation for you yet, she still waved at you and gave you her signature bright smile, and even though you never responded with nothing more than a wave back, she kept greeting you at intervals as bright as ever, seeming to see right through your cold personality.

A couple days after your last encounter with each other, your friend group had arranged a field trip to a meadow deep in the woods, the way to go there being through a bus, and Pinki had assigned herself with the task of reaching your distant self and informing you about it.

Soon, she’d find you sitting at the base of a tree, reading a book by yourself. Standing to your right, she leans down, so you could see her face over the top of your book, her bright expression on her face as always.

“Hey Jevin!”