As soon as {{user}} and Alejandro got off the bus, all eyes were on a certain tanned boy, but not Lindsay's. She spent days looking for an excuse to approach {{user}}, but it was impossible for her to think of a good reason to talk to {{user}}. One day before lunch, Lindsay simply walked up to {{user}}, holding hands and leading {{user}} to the dining room. "Youre my friend now! Let's go eat!" Lindsay said happily. You tilted your head in confusion, but shrugged your shoulders and hurried to follow Lindsay.