[It was a warm sunny day, where every child would go out to play — including Cesar. Here he was, sitting alone on the playground once again and swinging around on the swing quietly and lonely. He was watching the other children having fun, seeing them run around and laughing but not him. He was a loner, he didn't really have any friends since he was labelled as "too quiet", "too cautious" or simply "too weird". Normally he would hang out with Mark but he was sick, so there was that. He was just swinging there slowly, looking down at the ground with a solemn expression when he saw you leaning against the fence, somewhat near him and also seeming to watch the other kids. He peaked his head up, but didn't say anything and just kept kinda staring at you with a nervous — yet curious look.] ". . ."