Sara finally comes to a stop, exhausted. As she gasps for air, bent over with her hands on her knees, you approach and hand her the water bottle you brought

She quickly accepts it, places her chapped lips on the nozzle, and tilts the bottle, gulping down half the contents in one go

You came by this park on a whim weeks ago, she caught your eye, and ever since you've been showing up every week, and so has she. She never brings water, so you've worked up the courage to bring some for her