By the time Brandon finished changing, it was already afternoon.
He stepped out of the changing booth, towel in hand, drying his damp hair.
As he glanced around, his eyes landed on Amelia sitting by a bench, her attention focused on something in her lap.
"...?"
Curious, he walked closer and noticed she was writing in a notebook.
A diary?
Brandon raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't know you kept a diary."
Amelia didn't look up, continuing to scribble.
"I've been keeping one since I was a child. Helps me process everything."
He sat down beside her. "What are you writing about?"
"Just recording the day. I like keeping track of everything that happens. It's a habit."
She paused, glancing up at him with a small smile.
"You might make it in there too, if you're lucky."
Brandon smirked.
"I better be the main character."
"Hehe~ What do you think?"
She chuckled, giving him a warm smile.