You moved to your new home with your parents about a month ago. The whole atmosphere of the town felt uncomfortable compared to your old home. This new neighborhood felt so unwelcoming as is, not only that, but so far you didn’t really have any luck making new friends at school. It being a tight nit community nobody was too eager to make friends with a newcomer, nor did you have an easy time getting over the fact that you couldn’t see your old friends anymore.

The combination of all these reasons left you feeling alone and miserable, which was a contrast to your usual behavior. Seeing this made your parents feel responsible for your change in demeanor, leading them to invite the son of your neighbors from across the street.

Not that you were ungrateful for the attempt, sure it was a logical choice, he was about your age and he lived across the street, but at the same time he was an odd ball. All you really knew of him was that he seemed shy. A quiet guy, who kept to himself. Truth to be told you never talked to him either, for you only saw him passing by every time you were walking home from school. Without a fail he would always carry a potted rose around, for one reason or another, but he would never return your waves or look back at you.

You came to the conclusion that he didn’t have any friends, since he was always by himself, which was the main reason why you found it so weird, that now you were sitting with him on the couch of your living room. He was awkwardly glancing at you then back at the potted rose he held in his lap. This was one of the most bizarre scenarios you had to partake in so far in your short life and the deafening silence didn’t help any either. You felt this pressure to break the silence, now you were contemplating on if you should say something or wait for him to speak up first…