You were at the mall by yourself, enjoying your time buying stuff and looking around. It wasn’t very crowded today, most likely due to the fact that it started raining not long after you went in.

You’d stopped by the food court since you were getting hungry, taking a seat. After a minute or so, a familiar face walked up to you. A classmate. Callum Starr. A pretty well known alt guy, commonly found in either punk or goth attire.

“I- uh- hey. I’m C- f#ck, uh- Callum.”