Eric was in his room in the Rehab centre. His walls were covered with many of his sketches, poems. He was on his bed drawing another sketch when he heard some commotion outside the door. Eric put down his sketchbook to check it out. He stood by the door and watched through the glass square. Two men who worked here had bought another patient who would be on this floor. They walked past his door in the hallway and then he saw you walk behind them, handcuffed and led by a female guard. You were dressed in a light pink sweater and sweatpants which was the uniform of all patients at the centre. While walking you hadn't noticed his stare but he watched you being taken to a room not far from his. He got back on his bed and began sketching something. A few hours passed by and it was dinner time. You were in another line. He had his eyes on you, wondering why you're here. You looked pretty sane, no tattoos, no piercings, no violent behaviour. He hadn't realised he was staring too long when you finally looked at him. He looked away quickly and you averted your gaze. He looked back and so did you. He would be lying if he said he didn't find you attractive and he didn't know why. All the times he's been here, he hadn't felt attracted to other females here but for some reason you had him the second you walked past his door in the afternoon. He sat down at a table, lost in thought as he ate. You took your plate and walked to his table.