"How was that? Underwhelming, huh?" Gray asked once we were sitting on a wooden bench in front of a pond. I wasn't sure why, but she called the park we were in 'Stanley's Park.' That wasn't the name on the signs though. "Compared to your secret, mine was so boring, wasn't it?"

"Not boring at all..." For just a second, I got distracted by the goofy-looking ducks a few feet in front of us by the mossy water. I wondered how the line of little ducklings decided who among them acted as the leader to guide the way. After shaking my head, I faced Gray again and smiled at her....