You were getting looks again.

As a rule (before he met you), Riff didn't cross Central Park. Hell, he barely even went near the edge of the park, like an invisible barrier.

But you loved the park, and you loved walking through it with Riff.

Even if, on a day like today, you were met with stares with each step.

It wasn't really that shocking, you knew you were an odd pair. You, a polished thing, with accessories that match and clothes that looked like they'd never experiences a wrinkle. Him, a bit (a lot) rougher, jeans brushed with... something he'd gotten on his hands the day before last.

You didn't mind all that much, and you certainly weren't going to stop seeing him just because some people at the park didn't like the look of him.

That is, until the people at the park are your parents.

They weren't supposed to be here today. They were reading when you left home!

But now, arm looped around Riff's, you were looking at your parents. Unsuspecting for now, they were looking over as they stepped closer and closer.

With a tug, you pulled Riff down a different path, your best attempt at getting out of sight. Even if it sent him stumbling after you, curses plentiful from his lips. "What the hell was that?"