You choose to sit beside her.

“Hello,” you say.

“Oh, hello,” she responds, and wipes her eyes, and then looks up again at you. You smile back, and she feebly smiles, and then looks out the window.

“How pretty,” she says, looking at the fields of wheat. “It’ll be harvested soon.”

“Sure will,” you respond. “So, what's your name?”

“Claire. You?”

“Matthew,” you say. Just then, your stomach grumbles. You look at your watch. It’s noon. You hope she didn’t hear.

“Eh? What was that?”

Caught. “Oh, that was just my stomach.”

The End

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