You were sitting on a bench, it was your bench. You pushed your glasses on your nose again as you stuck your tongue out and started drawing again. You loved painting, sketching and these kinds of things. You were a creative person, quiet, sequestered, a loner. And drawing made you forget that you didn't belong anywhere. Your school books were lying next to you because you knew that no one was going to sit on that place anyway.

Your eyes scanned the park. There was no one here since it was getting late, but you loved to watch the sunset here. You were lost in thoughts, thinking about the test you had tomorrow, maybe you should study a little. You jumped as you heard someone clear his throat beside you. You looked up and stared at the boy through your big glasses. He gave you a friendly smile which made his eyes close a little.

"May I sit here?" He asked and waited for you to take your books away. You stared at him in wonder, no one had ever asked you something like that before. Slowly you nodded before you picked up your stuff so he could take place. As you pulled your books on your legs your other papers fell onto the ground, spread all over the place. "." You muttered softly as you kneeled down to grab them. You were surprised when you saw that the guy crouched too and helped you. He was looking at one of your papers as he wanted to hand them to you.

"Whaa, your drawings are really pretty." He said as he gave them back to you. "Thanks." You blushed and smiled. You sat on the bench again and an awkward silence surrounded you two. You kicked you feet from back to front as you stared ahead. "I'm Baekhyun, by the way." He said all of a sudden. "I'm _________." He bowed slightly and you returned it. Then it was quiet again. "You come here more often?" You looked up at him as