A True Friend
Lena held her notebook tightly as she stood outside the café. She had been waiting for this moment, but now that it was here, she felt nervous. Across the street, Sam sat at their usual table, stirring his drink and looking deep in thought.
Lena took a deep breath and walked over. She sat down across from him. “Hi,” she said quietly.
Sam looked up, surprised. “Oh, hey,” he said. His voice was calm, but he seemed unsure.
Lena hesitated before placing the notebook on the table. “I finished it,” she said. “Our story.”
Sam looked at the notebook, then picked it up slowly. He ran his fingers over the cover and smiled a little. “You actually did it.”
Lena laughed. “Yep! But it wasn’t just me. This is about both of us—our fun times, our hard times. Everything.”
The café was busy, filled with the smell of fresh bread and coffee. The warm light of the evening sun made everything feel peaceful.
Sam flipped through the pages and stopped at a drawing of the two of them from a long time ago. They were laughing under the stars. “I forgot about this night,” he said softly.
“I never did,” Lena said.
They sat in silence for a moment, remembering all the times they had shared. Finally, Sam closed the notebook and looked at her.
“This is really special,” he said. “Not just the story—the friendship behind it.”
Lena smiled. “So, we’re still best friends?”
Sam grinned. “Yeah. Always.”
Lena felt happy as they sat together, knowing their friendship was strong. Some stories weren’t just written on paper—they were written in the heart.
How can you tell that Lena is nervous at the beginning of the story?