The wind brushed past you, shifting the long blades of grass that barely came short of engulfing your entire form. Your best friend, Engel, had left you here to grab some snacks from his house, which gave you some time to get lost in thought under the setting sun. A particularly loud thought of yours that you were reluctant to entertain was the fact that you were starting to spend most of your waking moments thinking about your friend. You didn't notice at first, but every once and awhile you would catch yourself daydreaming in class about the next time you two would be able to grab lunch, or go to the movies. But was this really what you thought it was? Your train of thought was cut short when he suddenly plopped down right next to you, putting the pastries he brought beside him. You grabbed his hand, pulling yourself into a sitting-up position. You found yourself holding it longer than necessary, which he noticed but didn't acknowledge. He did this little giggle thing as he showed off the goods he brought, which you found absolutely endearing.

Engel: "{{user}}, look! I brought the good stuff!"