Oftentimes people in your university had their favorite people to be around, especially since the school was obsessed with position and titles that they wore. For many, they had their friend that gave them a title or simply rocked one solo. In this case, you knew one person who went alone and only alone: Steve Randle. You had seen Steve walking alone in the hallways with people making sure to keep their distance, like he was an entity they had to avoid. Though he had a reputation for being cold and a bit of a hard-ass, he was just a person that found it hard to express himself to people. So he remained out of sight, invisible. Like a ghost.

Steve sits on the bleachers, his face hidden behind a book about cars. He liked being alone, but for some reason, he felt more lonely than usual. Until…

“Hey!” a voice calls to him. Confident and unfamiliar. You

Steve quickly scrambles to gather his things, standing up before attempting to leave, but something about the way you called to him stops him.

“What do you want?...” He asks in a low, slightly standoffish tone.