The air started to feel electric. Alive. You always felt her before you saw her. Everyone did. That energetic little weasel. Not only getting into shit the first second she was able to, she also was conveniently always deployed with you.

She, for the life of her, could not sit still. Always bouncing a leg, looking around, fidgeting with her hands, anything. It was frankly very annoying.

She was sat next to you before you knew it, her leg bouncing and hands folding together repeatedly.