Saturday, the first of October. The red-eyed was sitting on a bench, wearing a black scarf and wool-hat. A brown leather jacket, pretty thin and a blue jeans. Brown sneakers, with white highlights. He rubbed his hands, and shivered everytime a cold wind blew. ‘Damn it, so much colder than I thought.’

Some elders, doing their morning walk, chatting about the latest local gossip. Some kids playing at one of the many creeks, feeding little ducklings. Or couples, hugging and warming themselves, cuddling, and even more. On the walkway, Timothy’s bench was, cyclists drove by. It was straight forward, and had a warm orange. It was marked with bright, white stones on the side. The park at all was full of hills, just a few meters you could watch until something, whether a building or a person, disappeared behind one. And many trees, losing their leafs, a painting of yellow, orange and brown, combined with dark green on the bottom.

Then in the distance he was visible, came closer and closer. He had a fed winter-jacket, with a brown scarf, combined with a adorable wool-hat with ear flaps. Two black gloves and beige snow boots, lined with fur. At least he had a normal jeans as well. “Hey, nice to see you. Looks like you’re prepared for a blizzard?” Timothy said, while standing up and greeting him with a handshake.

“Yeah good to see you too. I’m not really made for cold weather, for your information,” he said while bobbing up and down to keep himself warm. “I can see that. Why did you want to come here, then? A cafe or mall would be way warmer right now.” He said while looking at him. With an intense, but also ironic look. Moving his hands slowly to his mouth, and breathing into them.

“Sure, make fun of me,” Chandler said. “The park is just so lovely, I got recommendations all the time. And now I have the best company.” That made Timothy’s heart skip a little beat. They started walking.

“How was your way? Nothing troublesome?” The red-eyed asked.

And the blue-eyed grinned, remembered the ride. For Timothy it was nice to see him happy, and not devastated and horrified like four days ago. “Yeah, of course. The surroundings here, it’s just beautiful,” he said while pointing to many different places. “Just look at that view here, skyscrapers disappearing behind the bottom, a skyline that looks like art. I saw so much life today, a open-air concert with hundreds of people. And by the way hundreds of people with unique style, some that looked like gangsters or prison inmates, to models and drags. And forest! Lots of trees! And all that in one city, in one train ride, that is truly amazing.”

Timothy shrugged his shoulders. “True. This city is really amazing, as long as you’re not used to it.”

They kept walking. The situation was relaxed, even though questions waited in the background, from both sides. The red-eyed constantly thought about, how he should get the informations about Chandler’s Grandfather… how to satisfy this unstoppable interest. ‘He looked like a total different person,’ he thought. ‘On the other side, I don’t even know his real self. Right! I know almost nothing.’

“I never asked you. So, what do you work as?” Timothy asked. Chandler kept up the tension, glared and smiled, while walking along. As their glances met, the spark in their eyes, the fiery red of Tim and the lively blue from Chandler… both of them gleamed at a moment.

“About time you show some interest in me. Let me think of an example.” And there he lost him.

“Nothing normal then, I guess,” Timothy said. ‘About time…?’ he thought.

The little blue-eyed stopped walking and stared at Timothy. He looked him in the eyes and came a little closer. Their colors seemed like changing, as if it was a wonderful, shining liquid inside the iris, that was alive. It glowed, was bright and increased as Chandler came closer. ‘What is that in his eyes?’ the red-eyed thought. It was hypnotizing. As if the blue-eyed calmed his mind, put it away, and controlled his emotions. He felt, as if his consciousness was dragged away.

“Since the beginning I wonder if… you’re interested?” he asked. A question that made him fully lose track.

“What are you talking about?” Timothy asked.

“If you’re interested in me?” The little blue-eyed grabbed his hand.