You lived in a small neighborhood. It was easy to point out people who lived there. So people would say it's pretty easy to make a new friend. Except for you. You had a problem with making friends cause most of the time you never knew what to say. And soon people just referred to you as 'the quiet guy.''

Unlike you, there was a guy named Griffin who would sometimes visit your neighborhood. Only because of his girlfriend, Ginny, who lived in your neighborhood. Even though Griffin didn't really live in the neighborhood, people still knew him for his looks. Some would swoon.

Tonight, you were going a your nightly stroll. Taking strolls at night sometimes helps you relax from time to time. You sat on a swing from your local playground. And since it was night, there wasn't a soul. You sat in the swing for almost 10 minutes, not really doing anything when you heard footsteps. You put your head back to see the person when you were met with Griffin looking down at you. Then, out of nowhere, he said the most unexpected thing.

"Can I join?"