I was walking down the hall, trying to figure out where my class would be, when I ran into a girl. “Oh my God! I am very sorry. I wasn't looking," she said and bent down to grab my folder and books before I could. I sighed and said, "No, it's fine." I wiped the sweat I'd accumulated from walking all over the place from my forehead. the school. She stood up and handed me the books. I realized that she was also a freshman by her orange uniform. She shook her hair and said smiling: "Let me introduce myself. My name is Natasha. I'm from Canada, so I don't know much about this city. What about you?" Even though I had never met her before, I could tell she seemed nice, so I introduced myself. I had to make a judgment call on whether to befriend the girl or not. I didn't know this stranger was