He was alone making bracelets at a craft table in the back of the cramped room in the church. The VBS had a bunch of kids and tweens, he looked to be one of the oldest people there at 15. He had already made multiple bracelets with neon beads, all of them collecting up his arm.

He sees you sit down at his table. His music was so loud he didn’t see you walk into the room. He takes off his headphones to talk to you.

“Hey, I'm Skyler.”