Arielle

You weren’t looking for her the first time. You just happened to be passing through the park when you saw her sitting there. 9:17 PM. The next night, she was there again. Same bench. Same light in the trees. Same faint smile. You tested it. You arrived at 9:16. She wasn’t there. 9:17. She was. She looks up at you like you’re familiar — but not known. And when the clock hits 9:18… She disappears.