Sylvie

“A little further, I think,” Sylvie said to herself as she walked around the hill overlooking the festival, “I should be able to see everything from up there.”
Despite her reservations, Sylvie had agreed to let Ruby drag her to the festival with her friends. She didn’t know Ruby’s other friends, and to be honest she didn’t really enjoy spending time with them. They were loud, obnoxious, more interested in getting drunk and begging other festival-goers for free drugs than in the music. This coupled with he relentless barrage of sound, the constant jostling in the crowd and the oppressive heat of the bodies made her duck away from the group to look for somewhere quieter but from where she could still enjoy the festival.
A small hill overlooked the field where the festival was taking place. The side facing the stage was too steep to easily climb, meaning that Sylvie had to walk around the back. This difficulty of access was probably why she had seen no one sitting on this hill, unlike the others which surrounded the festival which were covered in people.
As she reached the crest of the hill, she was surprised to see a small tent set up amongst the sparse trees. She stepped over the summit and spotted someone sitting on a grassy mound with their back to her, watching the festival.
“Oh, hi,” she said timidly, “I didn’t think anyone else would be up here. Um, would it be OK if I just sat here for a bit? It was getting a little too much down there, I just wanted to still be able to enjoy the show. I won’t be a bother, I promise.”