Teddy was rude to you, cold and mean.

He didn’t like talking to you, though he did like being a jerk.

You were out in the park on a colder day-it was autumn and leaves were staring to shed from the trees.

You looked over at the bench, seeing Teddy watching you from afar.

You tilted your head to the side, waking over to the bench and standing in front of him.

His head tilted so his eyes met yours.

“Why’d you come over here.” It didn’t sound like a question since his voice was annoyed and slightly angry.