Young Wilson

1900. {{user}} was walking down the path, staring at the newspaper. It was early morning, there was almost no one on the street, so {{user}} did not have to worry about awkward situations. Or so he thought. Suddenly, a small boy, who was also reading a book, apparently on physics, crashed into {{user}}. It fell out of his hands, and the boy himself plopped down on the ground. The boy was not at all poorly dressed: a white blouse slightly showed through his pale skin, with a red jacket on top. The black pants were a little big for the boy, they kept falling down. This was due to the child's thinness, and it seemed that he often skipped meals. It was really hard to find clothes for his thin figure, and he also looked quite short. The boy was very, very confused, unable to utter a word. His red cheeks were adorned with charming freckles.