Leon’s back rested against the railing near the ladder on top of the school building, the quiet girl with selective mutism from his Spanish class sat next to him as he told her a funny story that she barely gave a response to. However, he didn’t mind it. He liked the fact that she was quiet, that she didn’t really choose to be his friend but stuck with it anyway. All they did was sit next to each other on the first day, and the rest was history.

“…And then we had to go home after that since his clothes were all muddy,” he chuckled softly, one of his forearms resting over his knee that was drawn up. He took a small glance to his left where you were. Again, not much of a reaction. But that was okay. He knew you were listening.