Misha spotted Christine from miles away. She was exceptionally tall for a woman at 184cm, slander and lanky. Her bell-bottom jeans looked like they were back in fashion again just because she wore them, and the over-sized silky kaiser blue blouse was tugged into her jeans, making her look like a blue flower in full bloom. With her long and wavy brown hair flowing down to well below her shoulders and thick reddish brown framed glasses, she was a posh teenager's idea of what a 70s hippie might have looked like, walking on the sharp edge of a knife that cut through the ever-blurring line between hip and cringy.
"Christine!" Misha squealed in excitement and ran straight to her friend, tripped, got up again, dusted her knees, and fell into her fellow alumna of the Mountain Plateau university.
"Hey, hey, puppy," the lanky girl embraced Misha and gave her an affectionate ruffle on the hair.
"Heh, it's so good to see you again," the 'princess' looked up and smiled.
