1984, Shermer, IL.

You had somehow scored a Saturday detention, for whatever it was you did to piss off Principal Vernon. You were sitting in the library, at an empty table near the back when a boy who seemed about seventeen walked in.

He knocked some of the stuff off of the librarian’s desk before coming and sitting next to you. He propped his feet up on the desk, then seemed to notice you, as he lifted the sunglasses he was wearing and looked you up and down.

“What are you in here for?”