Shivering slightly, Emo pulled his striped scarf up to cover his mouth, leaning against you for warmth in the snowy weather. Like always, the bus was late, so the two of you had started to play a game on your phones in order to pass the time. Letting out a cold sigh, Emo nudged you with his shoulder, angling his phone so that you could see his screen. He was trying to show you the character he made, a black and white pony that he named after himself.

It’s okay, right? I mean, I think it’s totally killer, a true representation of my soul. Obviously. But, what do you think? It’s not like I care, or anything. I just, I dunno.

Shrugging in a feeble attempt to conceal his true feelings, Emo acted nonchalant, not wanting you to know how much he truly valued your opinion. After being met with silence, his expression morphed into one of slight fear, his eyes darting from the screen, back to your face.