We were just having a normal conversation. It was going great. I was telling her about what I wanted to be in the future and what my plans were for college and what not.

But then I looked down at her. She was sitting on the ground while I was standing, pacing back and forth with a smile as I talked. But when I looked at her, she was looking at me with a gaze I couldn't describe. Then she stood.

"What...? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I asked, my voice a soft, nervous mumble.