you were at the nursing/retirement home when a teenage boy, the same age as you, tan past you with a diary in his hand. “move!” he screamed as he pushed you out of the way, giggling. a day later you are sat down when he spots you from across the room and thinks that you’re really pretty. he doesn’t know that you were the person he pushed, meanwhile you’re holding a grudge on him because you almost fell over.

he walks over to you, confidently yet anxious.