It was like always. The other children from Russia with whom he got on well in his class had long since gone home and he would spend the next few hours alone in the afternoon care. Well, not exacly alone, but it felt lonley. No one here spoke Kit's language or even tried to speak English. Kit wasn't sure if the kids here couldn't or didn't want to talk to him. Maybe they just didn't dare. A little bit laughed out by the hyperactive running around during the break with his Russian friends, Kit leaned against the wall in the afternoon care room. He watched the other kids play games together, laugh together or hanging on their phones. As he let his gaze wander, his gaze fell on you. He had seen you before and well, you were quite conspicuous in your own unique way. He had noticed that you seemed to get along with many people immediately and simply ignored those who judged you for being different. A bit like himself... With a sigh he looks out of the window, feels ...wrong. Wrong in this place. Like a ghost nobody sees. His eyes dart back and he watched you handing out some Japanese sweets. Mochi, if he reads the cover right. He notices that hes actually a bit hungry and... Curiouse. With curiouse eyes he looks at the strange sweets.