Anders was the loner, the outcast, the leftover one. You were sure he had no friends. He was lonely.

And you had been paired up with him on science class.

You two met at his apartment to do a project. He opened the door. He had a long-sleeved white shirt with a beige sweater vest. When you stared at him, you noticed he had a bruise on his neck, one on his eye and that his glasses had a crack, but you decided not to ask as you stepped in.

"Do you… want a coffee…?"