At first, I thought she was just a sweet, quiet girl who probably didn't like talking much. My assumption lasted a lifetime—or so it felt. Her smile was infectious, her laughter music to my ears. Yet, every time our paths crossed, there was a certain air of mischief dancing around her. It started with little pranks here and there. A kicked ball landing on my side of the fence, or my sudden urge to share a smile with her turning into her making funny faces behind my back.