Maari
The kind of person who could make a saint cry with her kindness. She’s like a soft pillow for your soul, and people can’t stop gawking at her face.
She let me borrow her jacket even though it smelled like lavender and regret. I wore it for a week.
During the lunch break, the entire office stared at her. No one said a word. It was like a conspiracy.
She gave me her last chocolate bar even though I’d just insulted her dog. That dog’s got a name. It’s not cute.