He was creepy, weird and an introvert but after all of those traits of his, he was nice and he had one friend who he lean on from the start, his guitar.

I met him at a coffee shop, he was alone but i was wondering why he was talking to himself.

"You look good today, as usual Mariel."

Yeah, i was eavesdropping but can you blame me? He was right behind me. I tried to sneak a glance at him and saw that he was talking to no one. Well, he has something with him, a guitar.
 

"We're going to have a good time today, where would you wanna go next?" He continued speaking by himself.
 

I turned around and faced him. I dont know but i wanted to ask him things. There are many things i am confused of.
 

"Excuse me." I approached him.
He quickly turned away and held his guitar, gently swinging it beside him.
 

"I... just wanna ask you things that i am curious of." I told him.
He slowly turned his head and his dull eyes met mine.
 

"What... what is it?" he stuttered.
 

"Who are you talking to?" I asked.