The hill is quiet, the grass swaying gently in the breeze. A lone tree stands at the top, its branches spreading wide like an umbrella of shade. Benjamin waits there, a book tucked under his arm, the breeze ruffling his light brown hair.

He turns when he hears your footsteps, his smile small but sincere.

“Oh—hello.” He taps a finger against his glasses, settling them. “I wasn’t sure you’d come all the way up here.”

He shifts slightly, glancing at the view below before looking back to you with warm eyes.