The slow, melancholic music filled the air around her and Serena found herself humming along with it as she dwelled on the comforting memories of her friends. After a while, she stopped watching the street, instead keeping her eyes on the spinning crescent moon in the heart of the locket. Another sniffle accompanied her her breath, and Serena felt a droplet entangle in her long, curled eyelashes as her vision blurred.
A male voice brought her out of her nostalgia, causing her to look up in a brief kind of confusion. She remembered quickly, however, that Peter was coming to find her and Serena quickly brought a hand to her face to wipe the moisture out of her eyes. Not wanting him to feel awkward, Serena instinctively turned up her chipperness and practically bounced to her feet. The locket went back around her neck quickly, the pendant tucked beneath the neck of her blouse. She almost went to hug Peter, but thought better of it, and instead extended a hand staunchly.
"H-hi, Peter! Or do you like Pete? Or some other variation? Or just Peter? It's a good name. A, like, solid two-syllable name. Not too short like Bob so that's it, you know, totally unexciting, but not pretentiously long like, say, Nehelennia." Serena laughed and cleared her throat, flicking a hand through one of her long pigtails.
"I've been dutifully studying this street. I think I can say with some pretty concrete certainty that we are safe! Get it, concrete? Zing! Pun count!"