Kieran sat on a box beside you, taking a few glances up at you every so often. Most of the gang treated him cruelly because he used to run with the O’Driscolls.

He watched as you read a book. He swallows before he hesitantly gestures to you. “Youre very pertty.” He says, looking away and looking at his hands instead. “Im sorry, im not bein’ foward or nothin’.. but ya are.” He looked back at you, scratching his neck, a nervous habit of his.