I didn't know how to react, I just stared at him with the stupidest expression on my face. When I look back on this moment today I realize how much I was overthinking this seemingly simple question. Something that could be answered with a yes or no was causing me to almost run away screaming. Instead of just seeing him as a friendly person my age, I saw him as a threat. He was just too innocent.

 Something wasn't right, I walked over and sat on the bench next to him, looked at my phone, and answered. He looked absolutely stunning sitting in the cool damp grass, back leaning up against the tree, wide eyes staring into the sunset. It felt like I was playing one of those find what’s wrong with this picture game. I couldn’t, for the very first time in my life, figure out what was so wrong with this random guy. I have always been very observant which makes it easy how to tell if people are sad, happy, etc. 

No matter who it was, I could always tell exactly how they were feeling, but he’s different.

“What, is there a stick in my hair or something?” He turned his head and smirked at me. I didn’t realize how long I'd been staring at him.

“Just observing,” I said while leaning back into the bench. I figured I'm never gonna see this guy again. What's the point in lying?

“Staring at strangers is a bad habit,” he said with a cheeky smile. I don’t know how to feel about this guy. Of course, I overall don’t feel but I normally know how I'm supposed to feel around someone. At first glance, he looks small, easy to take down, one of those “too innocent for this world” type of people.

 The reality hits when you see and hear him up close. You hear a voice deeper than you’d expect, and his cocky attitude. You notice the scars on his face and arms that he doesn't care to try and hide. The placement looks too sporadic to be self-inflicted, maybe a parent? Past lover? Friend?

 At this point, I was too intrigued to give up. I had to understand what makes this guy different from everyone else on this lifeless earth. I quickly slid my entire body left so I'm now facing him, “What’s your name.” he quickly shifted only his eyes to meet mine.

“Benett, and you?” he closed his eyes, raised his arms, and placed them behind his head.

“Just call me Frog.” He opened his eyes once again looking directly into mine.

“Frog?” he said in an exaggerated voice.

“It’s a nickname.”