we are all like autumn leaves, who knows where we'll end up carried gently by the autumn breeze

"Hi," I looked up and saw a guy, probably the same age as me. He was smiling a sickeningly sweet smile. I scoffed. I was definately not in the mood for this. "My name's Kim Jongdae-but you can call me Chen!" He reached out his hand. I took one good look at it...then spat at it.