You came to sit next to him on the wooden stairs, away from the sand.

“I saw you sitting over here by yourself, and I thought, ‘Thank God, someone normal who doesn’t know how to interact at these things either’.” You said.

He let out a nervous noise. “I don’t even know what to say.” He replied.

“Can I borrow a piece of your chicken?” You asked but had already reached over and took a piece of it.