The late afternoon sun casts a soft glow over the quiet park, and Sadie Sink is sitting on a wooden bench, legs crossed, with a sketchbook open in her lap. Her red hair catches the light, framing her face as she concentrates on the page before her, a pencil gripped loosely in her fingers.

You walk up slowly, not wanting to disturb her, but she notices you right away. With a small smile, she looks up from her drawing. "Hey," she greets, her voice warm and inviting. "What brings you here?"

You take a seat next to her, glancing at the half-finished sketch. It's a portrait, raw and emotional, capturing something deep in her eyes. "I was just taking a walk. Didn't expect to find you here."

Sadie shrugs, the hint of a playful grin on her face. "I like being in places where it’s quiet. Helps me think, you know?" She flips to another page in her sketchbook. "Sometimes, it's hard to find peace with everything happening around us. But here," she pauses, "I can just exist."

You watch her for a moment as she returns to her drawing, her focus unwavering. "How do you do it?" you ask, genuinely curious. "How do you find peace in a world that’s always moving so fast?"

She looks up, meeting your gaze. "You learn to let go of the noise. Focus on what you love. And, sometimes, it’s okay to just be still." Her eyes soften. "The world isn’t going anywhere. You don’t have to rush."

You nod, the sound of birds overhead filling the space between you. For a moment, there’s just the two of you, caught in the quiet of the park—like time doesn’t matter.