Lila, a young woman with the dimples on her cheeks walks to enter the building which commonly called as a campus. She enters the place for the first time.

Lila bit her lip, her eyes darting to the train's doors as they swung open. Passengers spilled out, a rush of motion and sound. "Will he be here?" she whispered to herself, her fingers fidgeting with her scarf.

Ethan, with a hopeful smile, spotted Lila at last. "Lila?" he called out, his voice a mix of excitement and relief.

Lila felt a wave of calm wash over her. "Ethan, it's really you," she said, her voice steadying. The bouquet changed hands, a symbol of a new beginning.

"I wasn't sure if I'd recognize you," Ethan admitted, his eyes meeting hers. "Well, the flowers were a good start," she replied with a laugh.

Lila and Ethan lingered, savoring the moment. "Shall we take a walk?" he suggested, extending his hand. "I'd like that," she replied, her hand finding his with ease.