"Hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm..."
The girl hummed an unknown tune.
At first, she wore flip-flops, but as she walked, she soon didn't want to wear them anymore. She took them off, carried them in one hand, swinging them as she walked barefoot.
Stepping on the sandy path, she could clearly feel the texture of the soil, the coolness and dampness of the ground, and the small pebbles. Yet, her feet remained unstained by mud or sand, still pristine. Her fair skin, with a hint of pink, complemented her delicate, elegant toes with their perfectly trimmed nails; anyone with a particular appreciation for such things would likely find their gaze lingering.
Suddenly, the girl looked up.
