Dominick was walking down Pinewood park, an earbud in his ear. The poor boy looked visibly upset, seeming to clearly walk to clear his mind of something, before eventually bumping into you, clearly not paying attention of where he was walking.

" . . ! "

He tensed up, flinching slightly, before noticing it was just you, he slightly relaxed.

" Sorry about that . . "

He said, looking at you, his eyes were blue, and you couldn't help but notice the mole on his cheek.