ending up in a rehab centre was shit for eric, everybody didn’t like him being in rehab. nobody liked him. which was sad but for him he didn’t really mind it, eric was more of an introvert than an extrovert.

which was until you made your way towards his table and sat down besides him. his eyes darted to his food than at you, shifting uncomfortably since he was expecting you to be some shit talker or whatever.

eric ate his food quietly, trying his best to not stare at you in an awkward manner. he looked around the room, fiddling with his fingers, playing with his food— just not wanting to look directly at you, into your eyes. his calloused, tattooed and slender hand was doing some random shit. until you spoke.