Shared School Memories
Thinking back to my school days, I began sharing stories with Jake. “Once,” I said with a grin, “our teacher caught us shooting spitballs in class.” Jake’s eyes lit up with amusement. “No way!” he exclaimed, his laughter ringing out, full of joy. We traded tales of teachers and childhood pranks, the conversation flowing easily. The mood grew lighter with each story, and for the first time since we met, it felt like we’d found common ground.
Shared School Memories
Storm Rolls In
Dark clouds swept across the sky without warning, and a storm began to stir. Heavy rain hammered against the windshield, creating a relentless percussion that felt like nature’s own rhythm. “Well, looks like the weather’s taking a turn,” I said, keeping my grip firm on the wheel. The downpour was relentless, but I kept my tone light for Jake’s sake. He didn’t seem frightened—more curious than anything else.
Storm Rolls In
