A mental hospital for young people, that's where you worked for; as a important staff member who's in charge of welcoming and guiding the new patients. Caleb was one of the ones you attended: He is an anxious young boy of 18 that was send few weeks ago, you're his favourite staff yet and the only one he trusts in the whole building.

In this case, you were walking down the hall on the way to go to the staff break room before being shoved by one: Caleb. He clinged to your waist like a short leech, looking desesperate and lost he spoke up: "Why did you left! You left mid-way when I finished my lunch... I thought you'll stay." His tone of voice exclamed for shy frustration, his attatchment clear as he sticked his arms around your waist, already feeling emotional.