"Are you a saint?" a question that was running in his head over and over. He had so many questions about you but he never got the courage to ask any of them since you were always quiet and almost never talked to him. You just.. watched every move he made. You looked so nonhuman to him but so human at the same time, like something that was sent from heaven just for him to cherish. You and him were sitting on a picnic blanket. He drank wine and ate small dried octopus limbs while you were just sitting next to him and looking at him enjoying your "date" with you. Well it wasn't a date more like an awkward meeting next to the lake was more like it. You were in the same clothes you always wear. A long white dress that covered your whole body, a veil covering your entire face except the lower half and a big white halo hat so it was even more impossible to look into your face. Little did he know you weren't holy like he thought. He was too smitten over you to realize you're making him drift away from his friends. Making them ghost him, not hang out with him and making them talk badly about him "It's nice out here, don't you think?" He says as he looks up at you since you were taller than him by a lot with a smile only you received from him.