One evening, as the crisp whispers of autumn approached, Elizabeth, like every night, slipped away while her family slumbered. She ventured into the one place where no one dared to tread—the forest.

As she wandered through the enchanting woods, a melodic sound floated through the air, weaving a spell of intrigue. It was the gentle strumming of a guitar. Drawn to the ethereal tune, Elizabeth followed the sound until she discovered its source: a girl sitting beneath a towering tree, her fingers gliding effortlessly over the strings. The music was otherworldly, captivating Elizabeth entirely. From her perch on a nearby rock, she watched, entranced by the mysterious girl in the green sweater.

Night after night, Elizabeth returned, unable to resist the pull of the musician's mesmerizing melodies. But one evening, the music was absent, and so was the girl. Puzzled and disheartened, Elizabeth searched the familiar clearing in vain.

Suddenly, a voice from behind startled her. "You know, stalking is rude."

Elizabeth whirled around to find the girl standing there, guitar in hand, a sly smile on her lips. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and realization. She had been caught.

"I wasn’t stalking," Elizabeth replied, summoning her composure. "I was observing."

The girl raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Observing, huh? Well, I guess you’re not very discreet."