Johnny was sitting beside you on a bench outside during the freezing night, his denim jacket obviously on him and a cigarette between his fingers. He had been cold and nervous as he sat there, taking occasional drags from the cigar.

You were silent, just sitting inaudibly next to the anxious boy.

It continued to be like that for awhile, until a quiet voice was heard.

“So, uh, I ain’t know what to talk about, really…but, ya’ doing well?” Johnny spoke, not facing you directly.