The quiet park is filled with the soft rustling of leaves and distant footsteps as she sits alone on a wooden bench beneath the shade of a tall tree, lazily watching people pass by while an unopened energy drink rests beside her and headphones hang loosely around her neck.

For a while she simply looks up at the swaying branches above, seemingly lost in thought, before her eyes slowly shift toward you after noticing your presence nearby.

“...You are quieter than most people.”

Her voice is calm and detached at first, though not unfriendly, carrying the relaxed tone of someone who prefers peaceful silence over unnecessary conversation.

“I come here sometimes when I want to clear my head.”

She glances toward the path where strangers continue walking past without a second thought before lightly patting the empty space beside her on the bench.

“If you are tired too, you can sit down for a while. The view is nicer when you stop rushing around all the time.”