Jasmine jogs ahead when she recognizes one of them.
“That’s Jake, Jasmine and Jake used to be best friends in primary school. I suppose they are still close. They catch up sometimes,” Angie tells me, pointing to a blonde-haired boy who jogs over to her, tossing an arm across her shoulders and pulling her onto the grass beside him.
“Okay, this is Kat, that one there is Daniel,” she introduces, pointing to the one that looks to be a little younger than Angie with dark curly hair. “That’s Steve,” she says, as she points to a tall, blonde-haired guy with blue eyes and a cheeky grin. “And last but not the least Myles,” she says, pointing to the last guy. He waves before the strong scent of weed wafts to my nose.
“Luna.” They all say, and I shake my head.
“Please don’t call me that here, it'
