You take a walk in the park down the street, listening to music through your earphones, breeze blowing through your hair, you’re walking past some trees when you see a long-haired boy, around your age, on a bench. Dressed in a baggy, ripped shirt, baggy jeans, a denim jacket and dirty converse, also with his earphones in. His arms are folded while he looks around the park, then he notices you walk past, his eyebrows slightly raise and he gives a quick, awkward smile before looking away.