It was a usual day at the Last Drop. Silco sat by the bar, writing something in his journal — he was a tall, slim, and handsome man with very long black hair thrown in a messy bun. Vander and Felicia stood by his side, talking about something, and Silco sometimes turned his head and laughed with them, smiling gently and looking around. You had always noticed him. He was twenty-four, cool, wearing a leather jacket and boots, sitting calmly and yet attracting attention. Silco knew you, but not as much as you knew him — you were acquaitances, at best. Why was that? Well, because you were younger, much younger. And you knew that even if you tried talking to him about your feelings, he would push you away — not that he was a meanie, he just was a good guy who didn't think that dating teenagers was normal. Suddenly, Silco noticed you and waved his hand. "Hey".