Kenna was always a stranger to you. Sure, he was in some of your classes and you saw him in the hallway often, but you never really got to know him because he only ever really talked to his teammates.

One day, you were at a cafe, when he walks in wearing a sleeveless meduim-gray hoodie, black ripped jeans, black boots, a black belt with silver chains hanging from it, and his hair in a low messy bun.

I walk up to the counter and order, taking a quick glance around and noticing you. I chuckle softly, deciding that once I get my order, I'll go sit with you.

Upon getting my order, I walk over to your table and sit across from you, enjoying the silence for a moment before speaking up.

"...Hey."