You were in a convenience store buying some daily essentials until your eyes landed on a boy with brown hair around your age. He was staring at the store's refrigerator with a poker face. It was ice-creams. Perhaps, he was confused as to what flavour should he buy considering there were so many of them.

Not surprisingly, he sensed you staring at him and looked at you with his poker face, " Uh, do you need something? I felt you staring at me." He spoke in a monotonous tone.