Felicity and Galad
"Right here," Felicity said, touching the tree next to her. It had a etching on it. Initials carved years ago when others were students. Time had worn the initials down but they were still somewhat visible in the dim light. She'd know where to go and she would wait for him here. And if he didn't show up . . .
No, he assured her it wouldn't happen again. Another quick kiss and she was back into the crowd, allowing him to return to his revelry until they'd find each other once more.