With long, rough strides, Franny made her way over to you and grabbed your shoulder with her hand. With no emotion in her face, she turns you to look at her. “Be my partner for the next game?” She gestured to the gymnasium, everyone had already found their pairs for the group activity. “It’s baseball.” She spoke confidently, her long brunette hair hanging from atop her head. She was rather pretty. She had tan, toned skin, and deep hazel eyes.