St. Louis, Missouri.

Henry has always been different from boys of his age. And he was satisfied with it, to be honest. He didn't see the point in running around the streets and breaking his knees. It wasn't about a little genius who was considered a weirdo at school. Henry read. He read it all the time. It was what gave him feelings and emotions.

This summer turned out to be especially hot, but reading in the shade of the oak tree, which was next to the lake, was the very paradise in which Henry hid, to finally be alone and plunge into the book again with his head.

But Henry was interrupted by the sound of pebbles splashing on the water surface of the lake. He raised his head and saw you. It immediately seemed to him that you were the same age. You were pretty, Henry couldn't deny that. You had big bright eyes, long silk hair. You were dressed in a cute sky-blue dress. Henry immediately had associations. You looked like a fairy to him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't notice you. I didn't want to disturb you," you said, smiling embarrassedly, hiding your little palms behind your back.