Cristina walked out of the classroom feeling tired. She had woken up with a massive headache that even two coffees couldn't fix. But that's what she gets for staying up late the night before an exam. However, given the situation, Cristina felt that she had aced the test. Anatomy was one of her best subjects. The girl still hadn't declared a major and chose to ignore the annoying speeches her mother gave her every time she went home:

"Cristina, why are you wasting your life? You're not getting any younger and you need to start looking for a man if you ever want to get a husband. I can already see wrinkles on your face." She didn't need a husband. It wasn't the 17th century last time she checked and there was a thing called feminism. Just because her mother had remarried two times didn't mean that Cristina had to give up her life to serve a man. That she was sure of.

Cristina's problem was that she was very indecisive when it came to important issues, even she knew it. Choosing a college major and career path was the perfect example. On the one hand she loved writing and enjoyed all of her English classes. In high school she was even published several short stories in the school newspaper. But of course that didn't really mean she was any good at writing since the school newspaper also included an article on banana peels. Seriously. Banana peels.

On the other hand there was medicine. She had wanted to become a doctor ever since the death of her father. She had watched him bleed out in front of her. There wasn't anything a nine-year-old girl could do. However, Cristina still remembered how helpless she felt. She hated that feeing. Becoming a doctor meant she could help others, know what she is doing and prevent the fathers of other little girls from dying. Cristina had purposefully chosen classes in both fields in the hope of finding where her heart truly lies. Unfortunately, as always, things were not as simple. And on top of everything, she had to make a decision before the end of the school year. Ugh. All this thinking really wasn't helping the headache.

Cristina hadn't realized that she had been aimlessly walking around campus until she bumped into Stacy.

"Stace, you're alive!" Cristina yelled dramatically as she hugged her friend. "I thought you were dead."

"Haha, very funny. Can you keep the noise down? I'm not deaf."

"I see someone's still hung over. How was the party?"

"It started out just a few people, but then Amanda's cousin brought over half of her building. After that things are a little foggy. I remember drinking. A LOT."

"Amanda? Do I know her?"

"She's Rachel's friend."

"Rachel? You know what, never mind. I'm glad you had fun. However, can I give you some advice? Next time, you're staying out, you should probably call to cancel your plans with your boyfriend. Just a suggestion."

"Oh my god, Owen!" Stacy shrieked, "I completely forgot about him. I'm a terrible girlfriend. What happened? Did he come over? Is he mad?"

"Wow, calm down! Everything's fine. I told him what the situation was and we ordered Chinese. It was actually pretty fun. He's a cool guy." There wasn't any need to tell her about the awkward greeting. She would let Owen decide whether it was even worth mentioning. Technically, it was his fault.

"I love you! Thanks you for covering for me." Stacy sighed with relief and hugged Cristina tightly.

"It's fine, but I can't breathe. Airway's closing up. Need. Air."

Stacy let go and rolled her eyes, "You're so dramatic. Ruined a perfectly good moment."

"Hey! You two!"

The two both turned around at the sound of the familiar voice yelling at them. Owen came over and pecked Stacy on the cheek. He turned to Cristina:

"You ditched me, Yang. I've been waiting in front of Pelegrino's classroom for over twenty minutes."

Cristina couldn't help but chuckle. "How was I supposed to know you were being serious about the whole hanging out thing?"

"I'm always serious." He tried to keep a straight face but Cristina's quizzical eyebrows made him burst into laughter. Stacy looked confused and the ringing in her head wasn't helping her catch up:

"What's up with the last names?"

Cristina and Owen just looked at each other and started laughing even louder.

"You guys are weird. I have to go get some sleep." She kissed Owen and promised to call him when she felt better. "Have fun!", leaving them trying to control their giggling.

"So where are we going?" Owen asked as soon as they started walking. He hadn't forgotten that Cristina got to pick what they were doing.

"I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it."

"Well, it's a nice day today- sunny and warm. We don't get too many of those around here. Why don't we do something outdoorsy?"

"Outdoorsy? Is that some fancy lawyer's terms?" Cristina asked playfully.

"Making fun of my vocabulary? That's not very nice. I'm actually very offended. Maybe I should just go."

As he turned around, Cristina grabbed his arm and pulled him back: "Okay, okay you big baby. I'm sorry, please don't go. I know what I want to do so you can bail on me now."

"Fine", Owen said with a big smile on his face. Even though Cristina pretended to be tough and mean she actually enjoyed his company. "So where to milady?"

"The place where I go to clear my head"

Owen parked his jeep under the shade of a tree and got out to look around. Cristina had been giving him directions the whole way there, but had refused to tell him their destination. They had driven for about 30 minutes and had found themselves in the national park just outside the city. The place was familiar to Owen as he used to come hiking there with his uncle. Although he enjoyed the stillness of the forest and loved spending a whole weekend surrounded by nature, he had given up the hobby a few years ago, when his uncle announced that he was too old for "walks in the park".

"So where are we going?" Owen asked, " I hope you're not planning on trekking because we're not exactly prepared."

"Trekking? Do I look like the type of person who would go trekking? I don't really do walking. Plus hiking is for lonely people with nothing better to do." Cristina headed towards a small path. It was pretty inconspicuous and only someone who knew about it would be able to find it behind the low plants.

"Hey! I used to hike. And if you must know, hiking is good for the soul."

"Well, so is music. Now stop whining and follow me." She gave him a smile to encourage him. If it was her, she would think twice about being led into the forest, without anyone around."We're almost there."

They followed the path to an opening in the forest. The path ended at a small shack. Even though it was worn down, it was painted different shades of green, blue and yellow, which gave it life. A sign that read: Climb on!, was dangling from one of the windows. Above the door hung a larger sign that displayed the name of the place: "Jeff's Rock Climbing".

Owen saw a tall rock climbing wall stretch behind the shack. Cristina was grinning enthusiastically:

"We're rock climbing! Surprise!"