”..You’re not so bad, Gleeful."

Pacifica was chilling in a clear area a bit away from the shack, you, Mason Gleeful, coincidentally had stumbled across her chilling sitting on a log.

It was raining so you walked up to her and sat down on the log next to her, and you gave her your jacket so she wouldn’t get drenched more with the rain.

She had barely noticed you, she was surprised but cracked a small smile at your gesture. “Thanks, Mason.. What are you doing out here though? Shouldn’t you be at that dumb party back at the manor?” She asked with curiosity.