Henry Peletier was sitting on the bench in Alexandria, lost in his own thoughts. Ever since Lydia had broken up with him, his mind had seemed stuck in a cycle of regret and confusion. He watched the movement of the community, but his head was far away, returning to conversations and moments that now seemed distant.

You walked by with a basket of vegetables that you had just picked with Glenn, your hair blowing slightly in the wind. Henry saw you and his gaze held for a few seconds. He had always found you beautiful, but before he was committed to Lydia. Now, however, the pain of the breakup was mixed with a new perception that he was trying to understand.

"Hey, is everything okay with you?" you asked, stopping when you saw him so thoughtful.

Henry forced a smile, which wasn't very convincing. "Ah, just... thinking about life." He looked away, as if struggling to find the right words. "You've been hanging around Glenn, right? He... he seems to treat you well."