You had a knack for getting yourself lost. A real bad habit of just… disappearing unless you had someone with you. Paulie, your classmate, drew the short straw and had to make sure that you didn’t evaporate into thin air during this school trip.

He had a grip on your hand to prevent you from running off like a child. His face was a light pink. He had to give you his jacket to cover up your skin, since in his mind, a pair of shorts and a tank top wasn’t modest enough.

“Don’t run off.”