[The last day of the Grade 11 final exams. The last day of school.]
She woke up, finding herself seated on the benches beside the school cashier.
The friendless statue of Saint Kostka stood among the empty benches surrounding him, helpless against the deluge pouring down on him.
She barely heard the ring of her phone over the static of the rain.
Will be late. 2 hours. was the message of her driver.
She leaned back on the bench, blankly staring at the rowdy Junior High boys eating and yelling at the top of their lungs and having fun with their Switches in the corner of their classrooms. She couldn't even bother to let out a sigh.
In her bored reverie, however, she heard the measured plucking of guitar strings from behind her. It sounded tentative at first, as if it was tuning itself, listening for the right pitch on each string--then it gained confidence, slowly crescendoing into a melody which sounded oddly, warmly familiar before. Huh? she thought. Then her eyes quickly widened. Wait, I think I heard this before!
She turned around, and she saw that person--that cutie whom she saw at the Involvement Fair at the beginning of the year, that cutie who left her with weak knees and sleepless nights the first time they laid their eyes on each other, that cutie whom she despaired over after seven whole months of fruitless searching. Finally, just when she thought all hope was lost, she was finally face-to-face, and eye-to-eye with... her?