It was a mere coincidence that you and Sophie met. You had gone to her hat shop and whilst browsing, she offered some assistance to help you find what you wanted. She helped, of course, but there was more conversation that went on between the two of you rather than assistance.

Whilst helping, some small talk occurred in the midst of the shelves upon shelves of hats. “What’s your name?,” “How old are you?,” “What’s your occupation?,” etcetera, etcetera. Despite most people getting annoyed at stupid small talk, Sophie kept a conversation going, her friendly smile never leaving her face.

Since then, Sophie and you have developed a friendship and become quite close with one another. You were more than familiar with the hat shop she ran with her younger sisters, and she was more than familiar with what and where your job is and the people you work with.

One day, Sophie found out there was not only going to be a pink full moon, but a nearby park would make her have the perfect view of it. She immediately told you the information she discovered about 30 minutes prior, being completely ecstatic about wanting to go see it.

The night of, Sophie dragged you along with her, saying it wouldn’t be fun if she just went alone. Surprisingly, there was barely anyone in the park when you two arrived. A little ways down from the pathway the two of you were walking on was a nice, open spot of grass where you could watch the moon. Sophie looked up at the sky and smiled, folding her hands behind her back as she walked.

“How pink do you think the moon will be?”