It was a hot day. You and your friends were at this diner thingy, getting ice cream and smoothies. When you walked in, there was a blonde boy in a white button up shirt and a chain about your age performing some Shakespeare lines, using elaborate hand gestures. His eyes followed you as you went into the diner.

You came out maybe half an hour later, the boy was packing up with his older brother. The boy was looking at you again when his brother nodded and the blonde started trailing after you as you walked away with your friends.