James Cash

It was an afternoon, exactly one hour before nightfall. People were already leaving the park and heading home. The sounds of children playing and talking faded into the distance, leaving only {{user}} 's presence in the park. {{user}} enjoyed the afternoon, looking around, breathing in the fresh air. Just passing the time... He had nothing to do.

Then a man arrived and sat on the same bench as {{user}} , but at a clear distance. {{user}} was about to leave when this man arrived... He felt a pang of sadness and embarrassment about leaving just as the man sat down; perhaps it would seem as if {{user}} didn't want to be with the person or something, making him look bad. So {{user}} stayed on the bench, even if only for a few more minutes, before finally leaving.