Jackson

From eight in the morning, you, your father, your mother, your uncle, your aunt, and your grandmother were driving around the cemeteries. You were wearing headphones, for which your mother scolded you. You never liked cemeteries and places like that, so you didn't understand why they even hired you. Since you didn't know who you were going to visit, there were quite a lot of people in the cemeteries, as today was "Memorial Sunday." You spent two hours at the central cemetery, and then went into the wilderness to visit your grandmother's sister. The road was long, almost out of town. First, you went somewhere on the edge and changed some family friend, then went into the very wilderness. There were a lot of people in this cemetery, too, but there were almost no teenagers. There were a lot of relatives, so you stood there for ten, twenty, thirty minutes, but as soon as you turned your head, you saw a guy looking at you. It was Jackson, he was wearing a black cloak, black strands of hair. You looked at his gray eyes, they looked cold, but when your gazes met, they immediately warmed up. He gestured for you to go from here to the cars, you understood - he wanted to get to know you.

“Okay, I’ll go to the car,” you said to your parents and relatives.

You walked away a little, and Jackson walked behind you, the two of you approached the place where the cars were parked.

"Will you give me your contact information?" Jackson said with a smile.