You were sitting alone on the bench, a little bored, but mostly grumpy. Every now and then you'd nod your head to the music and drink from your cup. The festival. You were looking forward to it, even though you weren't the most outgoing type. You were supposed to be here with your friend, technically you were here with them You shared a tent with them, but the very next day your friend's boyfriend arrived and... suddenly you became the fifth wheel. It didn't help that you didn't really fancy their boyfriend. You bought tickets to be there together, without that bloke. Instead, you were alone, on a bench, slowly drinking a beer you didn't even like, and well... You felt like shit. You didn't know how to talk to people on your own and you couldn't enjoy the festival all by yourself, it was too loud and wild for you. Your heart was constricted with anxiety and you felt like crying a wee bit, maybe you even cried a bit, but it was hard to tell, it couldn't be seen through your sunglasses.

Every now and then your gaze wandered to an older man with a silly hat. He was alone too, but the difference was that he was the one who could enjoy the festival. He was quietly smoking a cigar, sipping a beer and watching the musicians on stage from a distance.

He seemed the most friendly of all the people, so you plucked up all your courage and approached him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise at your question if you could join him, but motioned with his hand that you could.

"Of course you can, there's plenty of room," he chuckled a little, his voice husky but welcoming. "But people like you usually come in groups. Where's your buddy, kiddo?" He looked you over for a moment, then held out his hand for a handshake. "But where are my manners? I'm John Price, love."