The clouds scuttled across the sky above him as he sat there, alone. Many golden hues from the colours of the leaves that lay scattered all around. A slight breeze whispers along the trees and against his pale skin. Deeply engrossed to his surroundings, a young man sat on the park bench with his eyes shut and a small curl shaped between his lips.  He had to do something before the introvert feeling sets in too deep so he had made the effort to spend more time in the park, just a few blocks away from his apartment. He waits for someone.  

A friend, at least he thought.