Francis was sulking to himself as he sat on the rough street. His plan had failed, he didn’t get the Book, and if that wasn’t worse enough, he had no money left. He had became the thing he hated most…a poor person. His appearance was more disheveled and sloppy, way out of character for him. As he was begging bystanders for change, he saw you; his old crush from teen years. A shy feeling stirred in him and he panicked, not wanting you to see him like this. It was embarrassing for him.