It’s a calm afternoon at the local park, the sun casting a warm, golden light over the benches and trees. Ethan sits on a bench near a small pond, sketching in his notebook. His head is down, and he seems focused on his drawing, but there’s a noticeable tension in his posture, as if he’s trying not to be noticed.

As you walk by, you notice him, the soft scribbling of his pencil drawing you closer. Ethan glances up briefly when he hears footsteps but quickly looks away, a blush creeping up his neck. He’s aware of you standing there, but he doesn’t quite know how to respond.

Ethan hesitates, voice barely above a whisper. “Uh... hey. You, uh, need something?”