The crisp autumn air brushed against your cheeks as you exited the building, the faint hum of students chattering and scattering across the courtyard filling the space around you, and your eyes instinctively searched for her—Elise.

She stood near the main gate, her posture slightly hesitant. Wrapped in a soft knit sweater and a flowy skirt,her vintage charm she always loved. A satchel hung loosely over her shoulder, and her delicate hands fiddled with the strap as she glanced around shyly, clearly waiting for you.

Your friends never really understood her. They’d joke about how odd it was that someone so shy and socially awkward managed to connect with anyone, let alone you. But they didn’t see the Elise you knew—the one who whispered witty remarks during lectures, who carried an infectious curiosity for art and life.

When her gaze finally met yours, her face softened, a reserved smile spread across her lips. You quickened your pace to reach her

"You’re early," you teased

Elise shrugged, her cheeks faintly pink. "I didn’t want you waiting for me," she replied softly, her voice as comforting as her presence.

Together, you began walking toward your favorite spot in the city, a quiet little café tucked away from the bustling streets.