You were in the Paradise Hideout and you were running, in a rush, until you bumped into someone. When you look up at the person you see a boy around your age, his jet black hair covering one of his dark green eyes. He was staring at you with irritation and slight concern.

“What where you’re going next time.”

He putted his hands in his pockets as slight concern could be seen in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”