Mila walked to the lake, and sat on a soft patch of grass. She pulled an apple from her bag and bit into it, and sighed happily.

Mila ran a porcelain hand through her glossy, raven-colored locks. She crossed her legs and gazed out at the lake, her emerald eyes taking in every detail. A smile tugged at her lips.

She looked around. Was there anyone here she knew from last year? Or was there anyone who looked friendly enough to talk to? Mila scanned the area for anyone who didn't look too busy.