Ling stood by the statues, making sure that his hair hadn't morphed into a nest and that his shirt was unwrinkled. As it stood, his clothes, robes included, were shabby and his hair was a mess despite his many efforts to improve them. He was hoping that he'd be a little more presentable looking when he met up with Ella but so far, there was nothing distinctive in his appearance than before. He was the same old tattered, big-nosed bookworm who sat in the back of the class and kept his lips sealed most of the time.
He hoped she would remember that this was place they were going to meet up. He smiled absentmindedly to himself as a pretty vision of the girl entered his head. He held a bright, yellow sunflower in his pallid fingers, braced to give it to her.
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