At one part of the same street, two women walked in an isolated place with hoodies covering their heads and one of them spoke;
"I actually thought for a moment that he really is going to be here," she scoffed, "I should never believe his words. But what is his deal anyway? Why does he always show off like he is better? I am going to break his pride one day."
"Just let him be," Morgan said and Elora scoffed again.
They reached the end of the road and took a narrow path that leads to the woods.
"Do you think she is here?"
"If you don't specify, I won't know the one you are talking about," Morgan said as her eyes are focused on the road.
"Morgan."
They both stopped walking and she turned to look at Elora, pushing back the hood from her head.
