From the way the leaves were crunching, Cris could tell that someone was approaching where he was sitting. He glanced up from his book interested to see who it was. It was a girl around his age. He had seen her in a couple of classes but never had the opportunity to meet her.

Well here's your chance to make a new friend, Cris, he told himself. He waited for the girl to approach. Not wanting to scare the beejeebers out of her, especially if she wasn't expecting anyone else to be out here, Cris coughed a couple of times. That was always a great way to alert someone of their presence.