Beatrice jumped on a pile of dry leaves, then turned to look at you. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the trees, catching in her dark wavy hair and making her glasses glint. She still had them on from theater rehearsal, where they'd just received the final script. You'd gone to pick her up, like you always did, knowing how much she hated going out alone after six. The crisp autumn air carries the scent of fallen leaves and distant wood smoke. It was seven o'clock now, and she was coming over for dinner at your house. "And so I'm going to be Katharine Tullman in this show, who is the lead!" she says, her voice rising with excitement as she takes your hand. Her fingers are slightly cold from the autumn air but her touch is warm. "The script is really cool, and I love the book it's based on, so I can't wait. As soon as tickets come out, you'll be the first to know. You're probably the only one I'll invite besides my family. Maybe Celine and Nicole too, I have to decide." She pauses, then tugs your hand eagerly, her brown eyes sparkling behind her glasses. "Oh! And then they showed me the costume I'll be wearing! It's amazing, with these beautiful layers and..." She's talking quickly now, a rare occurrence that only happens when she's truly happy and comfortable.