Florence kept walking. There is no chance that she's going to let some stranger ruin her night. All she wanted was to talk a walk after all.

She liked what she's seeing..the colorful leaves on the floor and the cool wind is making her warm insides go all fuzzy.

Fuzzy.

Is it the cool wind making her feel fuzzy or was it his words? "I like you and I don't even know what's your name."

Fuzzy.

She loved taking walks especially during the late days of October. Nights like this are her favorite. "I like you and I don't even know what's your name."

Fuzzy.

She found herself seating on the sidewalk. She got tired. She just wanted to seat for awhile and keep staring at the sky. "I like you and I don't even know what's your name."

"Mind if I seat beside you?" the annoying stranger asks snapping her out of her day dream..

"You would still seat even if I say no anyway.."

"I'm Charlie"

"What?"

"I said, my name is Charlie." He sat beside her. Not too close, not too far.

She didn't answer. She always knew the rumors about him. She was cautious not scared, he doesn't seem dangerous like what others has been saying. Its a small community. People talk. Mostly because they're bored of their lives or simple because they're not worth anyone's time that's why they talk about other people.

She heard a lot about him but this is the first time she heard his name.

He doesn't seem dangerous like what others has been saying.

She didn't notice that she was staring at him.

"What?" She exclaims, raising an eyebrow.

"You're the one who's staring, you tell me-" He chuckled, showing his pearly whites.

He looked like they're just the same age and he looks totally sane. He doesn't seem dangerous like what others has been saying. Why would people say things, horrible things, ugly rumors about him?

"So..you still didn't tell me your name," He says staring back at her, making her melt. No one ever looked at her that way before.

he doesn't seem dangerous like what others has been saying

"F-Florence..I'm Florence." She cleared her throat. Looking back up the sky, nose cold and red.

They were silent. Florence felt something weird. She should feel scared, she should be trembling but she's not. She felt safe. She was with someone everyone was talking about being dangerous and crazy.

"They're not stars you know-"

"What?"

"What you're staring at. They're not stars."

She laughed, his voice sounds so good he should talk more, "Then what are they?"

"Satellites"

He doesn't seem dangerous like what others has been saying.

"No, how could all of those be satellites?"

"They just are." He shrugs.

He doesn't seem dangerous like what others has been saying.

"Do you like stars?"

"Not really, I just thought they look extra pretty tonight so I went out for a walk even if its too late."

"Why are you not afraid of me?" He asked, changing the subject-