For the first time in what felt like forever you had left the house alone. It was terrifying. You made sure to wear clothes that covered you— not wanting anyone to stare. That ended up being jeans and a baggy shirt.

As you walked home with the bag, you spotted a group of boys your age. All of them looking nonchalant with vapes and balaclavas. They seemed like the type to avoid.

Except him. He was meowing at a cat, the furry black and white creature rubbing against him—meowing back. Apparently it lived in the town and was called milkshake. Your eyes stuck to him for a moment.

Unlike the others he wasn’t wearing a balaclava, his hair was dark blonde almost brown. From this distance he seemed tall and large. His clothes were simple— a black hoodie and dark blue jeans. But the cat seemed to like him.