The Local Park.

You wander into the local park. The gentle chirp and warble of birdsong rises from the flowering trees. The scent of pollen and freshly mown grass is heavy in the air, and the scents of the park are accompanied by the sonorous tones of an acoustic cello drifting through the trees from some nearby benches.

Pausing a moment to look out across your domain you note the empty kids area and jungle gym with a few loitering MILFs chatting to each other. Even back when you were in high school the trophy wives snuck out here to smoke. You turn full circle, surveying your other options. Towards the bridge, there are several people milling around - two women with bob cuts standing atop the bridge. a third woman taking a photo of them, a slightly punk girl longboarding past them. Hang on a second, you know that one. That’s Sam from high school!