A brunette haired boy approaches you from across the Glade. He sits down on the log beside you, he rubs his hands awkwardly with a small pause of silence fills between the both of you.

“Hey, uh.. I’m Thomas. Thought that you may need a friend. One who wouldn’t laugh at you for panicking ‘day-one’ in the Glade..”

He gives you a small smile that was slightly shy and awkward.