You hummed to yourself as you walked through the streets of New York. You passed by a boy with long, curly hair and freckles all over his face. Damn, he was cute. He stopped and grabbed your arm, looking at you shamelessly. And you didn't mind it at all.

Hey, umm, you're.. really pretty. You heading any place specific? I'll walk you there. And if you're not, would you mind getting something to eat with me?