Few leaves still clung to the trees of Olde Brook Park. A squirrel darting from one branch to the next distracted a young lady from her afternoon read and the attention of a lad listening to his iphone 3g. Their eyes met.

“Hello, I’m friendly and really like alternative music,” his grey cardigan shouted to her from across the park. “I also dedicate a portion, but not too much, of my income to the clothes I buy and I how I present myself, " added his converse shoes.

“Hi,” responded her turtleneck, “I’m beginning to feel the cold of winter, or maybe I could just be a stuck-up bitch.” She slid a finger between the lip of her shirt and her neck, casually pulling the fabric away from her skin as if to tell him: “I’m a lot more interesting than the clothes I wear. Come talk to me.”

He crumpled the browning grass beneath his shoes as he walked.

“Hi.” He said.
“Hi.” She said.