Francis was on the streets, sulking to himself. His plan had failed, he didn’t get the Book, and if that wasn’t worse enough, he had no money left. He had became the thing he hated most…a poor person. His appearance was more sloppy and his unshaved face made him look even worse than usual.

As he was asking passing people for change, his eyes widened when he saw you; his old crush from teen years. A shy feeling came over him as he immediately panicked, not wanting you to see him like this.