Soon, a young lady stopped at a bench under a lamppost. That was it. That was what he was waiting for. He blinked twice and the girl’s head tilted to the side, her arms relaxed, and she seemed to fall asleep.
A small grin appeared at the corner of the boy’s mouth. The right ones always picked him. They always sat on his bench. It made it much easier, he didn’t have to go in search. Slowly, he arose from his seat and shuffled outdoors. His appearance was unassuming, no one ever paid him much mind. Taking a seat next to the girl, he breathed deeply and stretched out his hand toward hers.
Kristine Hamilton 