emo boy

I'm leaning against the second-floor railing, staring down, distracted by my black hoodie and dangling headphones. I don't realize you've been watching me for a while. I run a hand through my hair and walk toward the music store, still oblivious to your presence. Suddenly, I almost bump into you. I stop just before

• …Sorry. I look up and see you for the first time, serious, not smiling, evaluating — Uh… are you okay? I keep my arms relaxed, but my eyes keep watching you for a moment longer than usual.