On a foggy morning, two girls sit on a bench. Snowflakes drift by. The girl on the right sees them and sighs, wondering when the weather will finally warm up. The girl on the left sees them and smiles, wishing it would stay cold forever.

"You know, Emily, maybe you shouldn't do this..." the girl on the right sounds uncertain.

"Why?" Emily responds, head turning to look at her. Her expression stays light, but her eyes narrow a bit.

"I don't know, maybe it's not a good idea," the other girl advises.

"Oh, really? 'Cause just a second ago, you were trying to convince me otherwise."

The girl on the right takes out her phone and checks her messages for a second. Emily looks over, and the other girl turns the screen away.

"Isabella..." Emily says, suspicious. Isabella looks down awkwardly. "What did Abigail text you?" Emily persists.

Isabella hesitates. "Nothing..." she kicks at the snow, now gathered on the ground. "...It's just ... your mom..." She doesn't have to finish the sentence. Emily rolls her eyes.

They sit in silence for a while longer. The snow continues to fall.