“I think i just met the happiest person in the world!” She cheered.

“Who, you?” I ask. “Why are you so upbeat all of a sudden?”

“Maybe his happiness rubbed off on me! He was very happy!” She suggested.

“Who?” I ask, she ignored me.

I’ve never seen her this happy, she’s usually so cynical, always sees the worst in things. I watch as she skips around, what’s gotten into her. I grabb her arm to get her attention.

“Who do you think is the happiest person in the world!?” I ask again.

Her expression changed, it went from happy to terrified. She stared at me as if wondering who I was.

“What happened!?” She asked confused and scared. “How did I get here!? Where is he!?”

“Where is who?”

“The happiest person in the world!”