You are Peter Cobramhen and you decided to hangout on your lawn today. Apparently, there’s a family moving in the house across the street.   

Finally, a friend! You giggle as you think about all the fun stuff you guys can do. You desperately pray that they play video games as well.  

“A-aren’t you cold?” You’ve been too busy daydreaming about how much of an awesome friend you’ll be that you didn’t notice someone was in front of you.  

It was a short girl who was about the same age as you. Only half of her face was peeking out from that thick scarf.  

“M-my mother told me to b-bring this here! I’m sorry for d-disturbing you but it’s really c-cold so...” she politely gestures for you to take the food container she was holding. You don’t know if she had a stutter, was just really shy, cold, or all of those at once.  

“PETE!! I mean, hahaha my name is Peter but please call me Pete!” 

“T-Trina… I’m Trina…”