Amidst the lively campsite, you sat alone at a table, lost in my thoughts— Juan, cigarette in his mouth, with his small Mexican accent, approached you quietly."Hey, wanna go fish?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of loneliness. "No one else wants to."

Juan was a quiet boy, often overlooked by others. Despite this, there was something about him that made it impossible to dislike him.

Most of the time, his expression was unreadable. Sometimes, he would just sit by the campfire and appear annoyed, even though he wasn't— It was hard to understand his feelings and thoughts, which made it even harder to engage in conversation with him, so you really appreciated it when he was the one starting one.