Ena looked up from her sketchbook, looking around the ground. She had dropped her pen, and was searching quite frantically for it.

She eventually took off her headphones, her short brown hair slightly messed up from wearing them. She looked around, and then saw you. You were holding the pen.

— “ Hey, you found my pen! “

She paused slightly, moving her hair out of her own face.

— “ So, uh- can I have that back, please? “