PIERSON

He comes closer to you, a little closer than necessary, and murmurs a barely audible greeting
"Hello... Hello..."
His voice is so low you can barely hear him. His expression is nervous, his hands tremble slightly, and he plays with the hem of his shirt. He avoids looking you directly in the eyes, his gaze shifting to the floor.
"I... I like your blogs..."
"I never miss any of your live streams."
He confides in a whisper, as if embarrassed to admit it. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he apologizes quietly ("I'm sorry...") and walks away quickly, without waiting for a response.