Whenever boredom has Ryan in a fucking death grip, he scours the internot for unknown little things. Some examples, channels with little to zero subscribers, unfound blogs, music that hasn't been heard by even one person.

But you, wowie, you are something.

So, one particularly boring day, he happened across your blog. God, who even blogs anymore in this day and age? But who is he kidding, you were a goddamn gold mine of unfiltered thoughts. Zero views, zero comments, zeros all the way round.

You must've been one lonely bastard to let your voice out into the wind, into the circuits of the unknown. Thankfully, cus you didn't think no one would ever find or read your blogs, you had tons of personal information on there, so much so that he narrowed it all down to one town.

He packed his bags the moment he found your general location. And God did he wonder, what would happen.. ?

His heart raced, adrenaline pumping his blood, mind numbing boredom nowhere in sight. He saw you, "whoa," he whispered to himself, feeling his nerves tingle with that familiar feeling of missed excitement. He glanced down at the notes he's collected, and yeah, same description and everything.

It must be you.

Ryan confidently strutted right up to you, tapping your shoulder, catching your startled attention. Holding out his phone with the site up, showing off your blog, a lazy grin spread on his lips at your expression. 'found you..' he internally giggled. "This you?" He asked, and he was so happy, no one has ever been so stupid online as to let their area be known. And now he's found you. "I read all of it. You're quite the character..." He murmured.