Ethan and Anya sat on a park bench, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their faces. Ethan had his guitar with him and was strumming a few chords absentmindedly, lost in thought. Anya was watching him with a smile.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
Ethan paused his playing and looked at her. "I'm just thinking about my future. I don't really know what I want to do with my life yet."
Anya nodded. "It's okay not to know. I didn't either, for a long time.
"So what about now Anya?" he asked. "What are your dreams?"
Anya's eyes lit up. "I have so many! I want to travel the world, learn new languages, and meet new people. I want to experience everything life has to offer."
Ethan was amazed by her enthusiasm. "That's incredible. I don't think I've ever met anyone who's so passionate about life."
Anya grinned. "Well, life is full of possibilities. You just have to be willing to take a chance and pursue your dreams."
Ethan looked at her with admiration. "That's really amazing. How did you figure out that's what you wanted to do?"
Anya shrugged. "I don't know, I guess I've always just had this feeling inside me. And then I started volunteering at a homeless shelter, and I knew that was what I wanted to do."
Ethan nodded thoughtfully. "I wish I could find something that I'm passionate about like that."
"You will," Anya said confidently. "Sometimes it just takes time. But I believe in you, Ethan. You have so much potential."
Ethan smiled at her. "Thanks, Anya. That means a lot to me."
Anya leaned back on the bench and gazed up at the sky. "I want to see the world and experience all kinds of adventures. I want to meet new people and learn new things. And most importantly, I want to spread happiness wherever I go."
Ethan smiled, impressed by Anya's positivity and ambition. "I believe you can do all those things, Anya. You have so much energy and enthusiasm for life."
"By the way you have been playing a tune for a while".
"What's it about?" she asked, looking at him with a curious expression.
"I don't know, really," Ethan admitted. "I'm still trying to figure it out."
Anya smiled. "That's the beauty of creating something, isn't it? You start with an idea, and it evolves into something more."
Ethan nodded, grateful for her perspective. He had been feeling stuck lately, unsure of what he wanted to do with his life. But talking to Anya always seemed to give him a new sense of purpose.
Anya grinned. "Thanks, Ethan! I'm glad we can share our dreams and encourage each other."
As they sat in comfortable silence, watching the colors of the sunset deepen, Ethan felt a sense of warmth and hopefulness that he had never experienced before. With Anya by his side, he felt like anything was possible.
Anya waved goodbye and started walking away from the park. Ethan watched her until she disappeared from his sight. As she vanished, he felt a sudden warmth in his body. It was like someone had lit a fire within him, and it was spreading, filling him up.
He couldn't explain what was happening, but he knew that it was because of Anya. He looked down at his guitar and smiled, feeling a new sense of something different when meeting Anya.
Ethan got up and started walking home. As he walked, he felt like he was walking on air. He had a newfound hope in his heart, and he knew that he could accomplish anything if he put his mind to it.
After some days had passed, Ethan began to feel a longing for Anya and desired to see her more frequently than he had previously. As evening arrived, he found himself alone at home with nobody around.
Ethan was sitting on his bed, staring at his phone. He had been thinking about Anya a lot lately, and he had a sudden urge to talk to her. Without really thinking, he dialed her number.
The phone rang a few times before Anya picked up. "Hello?" she said, sounding a bit confused.
Ethan's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected her to actually answer. "Um, hi," he said nervously. "It's me, Ethan."
"Oh, hey Ethan!" Anya exclaimed, sounding much more cheerful now. "What's up?"
Ethan was momentarily at a loss for words.
He hadn't really thought this through. "Uh, nothing much," he said finally. "I just... I don't know. I was thinking about you and I wanted to talk."
Anya laughed. "Well, I'm glad you called then! What do you want to talk about?"
Ethan shrugged, even though she couldn't see him. "I don't know. Anything, I guess. What have you been up to?"
Anya launched into a long and animated description of her latest project for her art class, and Ethan found himself getting caught up. Before he knew it, they had been talking for almost an hour.
As the call wound down, Anya said, "Hey, Ethan? I'm really glad you called. It's nice to know that you were thinking of me."
Ethan felt a warm glow spread through his body at her words. "Yeah," he said softly. "Me too."