"I've seen you around. You walk a lot," a soft voice interrupts my usual daydreams. Instinctively I turn my head to find a dark haired boy curiously staring at me. He leans in closer, quickly adding, "I don't mean to sound like a creep. It's just I often see you walking through the forest, park, and downtown." I keep my expression friendly but my gaze lingers too long on his freckles. "Oh, yes, I really enjoy walking," I slowly respond while shyly looking at his hands.
Hesitating, he shifts in his chair before deciding to bravely add, "I guess I just wanted to say you've caught my eye. I know nothing about you, but I'm intrigued." Our eyes meet until I feel my cheeks growing red. I stubbornly keep my gaze downward, suddenly finding the spec of dust on the ground extremely fascinating. Unsure of what to say, I finally utter, "I'm not that interesting."

I risk a glance upward and notice a charming smile cross his face. "I beg to differ," he whispers, with a mysteriousness deep in his eyes, "I want to know your story, because I can tell you and I are going to be good friends."
I couldn't hide the disbelief from my expression. This random, yet alluring, boy sat waiting for me to answer. Most surprising of all... I was smiling.