As Linda Grayson has said, “There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate.” I feel the same way as she does, but my friend would prefer bubble tea than chocolate. My friend is kind of unpredictable. She always describes herself physically dry and mentally high. She knows that I’m afraid of rodents, but keeps texting me the pictures of her golden hamster regardless of my fears. Although my unpleasant impression of rodents has not yet resolved, I’m getting used to seeing her pet without any resistance. She’s deeply into Sherlock and claims to be his wife. I guarantee that she doesn’t know she can be beaten by Sherlock’s fans. Our ideas are often on different channels. Her ideas would randomly pop up anytime and anywhere. I’m still considered about my major, while she’s already thinking about her retirement plan. She recommends me to think about it as early as I can since she feels so energetic from it. I’m nearly shocked and wondering if I have made a friend who is more than 45-year-old. Not only did her personalities make her seem special, but also brought me surprise that I wonder what this “obstacle” will endow me as we move on and grow up together.