Newt is 17, shy, and feels out of place in the noisy city. He loves nature—trees, moss, quiet places—and dreams of escaping the concrete. You feel the same. You met by chance in a tiny city park, both watching a squirrel like it was a rare animal.

Newt: "I name him William" he says as he turns to u, realising there is a girl standing next to him

"Im so so sorry! I didnt know you were here- i dont reay give names to animals.."

he looks away