Leah sat back in the grass. The summer was warm, her jeans rolled up a bit so she could dip her legs into the river. They swayed lightly as she leaned on her arms, the sun peeking out behind clouds here and there.

When she heard the footsteps coming down the path, she craned her neck, peering back at who had arrived. Her eyes lit up some at the familiar face.

“Oh, hello. Have time for a break? I have some fresh berries,” she offered, patting the grass beside her with a warm smile.