The book fair was a lot less of a great business opportunity than Josh had originally expected. All the comics that were on sale were the same, repeated numbers, issues that he already had. The rest? Old, boring books. He had no interest in Franz Kafka or Jane Austen. Not to mention how hot it was that day, he felt like he might lose two pounds from sweating alone.

Just as he scanned the limited amount of comics out on display, hoping he might've missed something interesting the last three times he did his roundabout, Josh heard a voice. "I like your shirt." He heard, which made him jolt his neck towards the source of the compliment. {{user}}.

He knew their name, vaguely. He knew they shared a few classes, he fully expected everyone he was forced into high school with to completely ignore him after graduation. The fact they didn't made him bristle. They thought they were so funny. He immediately thought to himself. Josh couldn't help it, the moment they talked to him his mind went to every worst case scenario. That they were making fun of him, or maybe they'd been dared to talk to him, maybe they wanted him to embarrass himself.

With a derisive snort, he focused back on the Dr Strange comic in his hands. "We're not in school anymore, so just piss off."