"b-y-bye...,"
16: B-bye...
the next day
16 comes back to the wood, playing with the end of her braid. She seems really nervous
"h-hi.."
16: H-h-hey...
-She sits down next to you with her notebook and uke-
"You still wanna hear the song?,
16: O-oh! Yeah, I´d love to!
She smiles at you
-she opens a page filled with words and starts strumming her uke-
"Even thought you didn't write me back..."
16 tilts her head and listens, fascinated
