You walked into a diner with your friend when a certain boy caught your eye. He had short brown hair and roller skates. His frame was relatively small, and he was shorter than most if the other waiters.

As you sat, he rolled over smiled, pulling a small notepad out of his back pocket. “Hey! Name’s Kev. Can I get any drinks started for you guys?” He rested a hand on the table, looking at the two of you, though his eyes lingered on you for a bit longer..