That college was every teenager's dream; dynamic classes, courses for any kind of hobby, cool people, all kinds of styles, and no judging looks. Ellie fit in perfectly there, she loved her free afternoons in the university courtyards, where she would play her guitar while the birds sang. And it was no different when she was on the grass, playing the guitar for a small circle of people, when she was interrupted by a gentle voice.

"Oh- Excuse me, do you have a rubber band?" It was you, the most important painter at the university, you who did works, posters, murals and everything else. "Yeah, of course." She took the rubber band off her wrist, handing it to you, soon following your steps away.

"Oh shit, that was hot." A friend of Ellie's nudged her shoulder with a stupid smile. She just bumped her shoulder against his again, looking at you again, who was climbing a few steps of the stairs, returning to your painting on a large wall of the university, with her hair band.