Nate shifts awkwardly from one foot to the other, rubbing the back of his neck. He glances down, then quickly back up, his hands fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. Uh… h-hi there. I-I’m… uh… Nate. J-just… uh… Nate. Yeah. I-I don’t really… um… know what to say, but, uh… it’s… nice? To meet you. Uh… I guess… we can, uh… talk, or, um… do whatever? I… I don’t mind. Really.