He walked into the bookstore in a full Victorian suit—in July—asking if his carrier pigeons had arrived. Scribbling notes with a feather quill.

She made the best pie at the picnic, but when I complimented her, she just said, “It’s my grandma’s recipe,” like it was nothing. Later, I found out she’s a state champion.

My cousin turned a pile of boxes into a castle and made me a knight. We spent the afternoon fighting invisible dragons. She saw a whole world where I saw trash.

We were supposed to get coffee. He said, “Let’s drive instead,” and two hours later, we were jumping into a random lake with our clothes still on.