Wendy and Nick
"Growing up," Wendy scoffed. "Time used to be a whole different concept to me. There were just the seasons. A time of growth and ravenous hunger and a time of sleeping, nothing else. And now... Now I am a teenager, I am way too into fried chicken, I had sex only twice and I worry that that is not enough compared to everybody else and..."
Wendy huffed, blowing an errant strand of white hair out of his face. "And I worry about my grades. It's all..."
Wendy shook his head. "Life. It's so small, and yet so all consuming."