I first saw him leaning against an aged brick wall. To his left was a staggering clean break jaggered along the many bricks. He was just standing there, a pen and piece of paper in one of his hands. His fingertips, in fact, looked quite pale from the dead of winter cold.
But what really drew me in, was the look on his face. He was so calm, but with his light eyes there was deep concentration… All his focus seemed to be on the people passing on the dirty sidewalk in front of him, though he never gave more than a mumbled hello or sweet smile should anyone take notice of his haunting stare. It was as if we people were his main interest. And so I slowed as my long legs brought me closer and closer to this mysterious boy. I decided to try to get him to talk.
“Hey,” I said in the most friendly tone I could manage without going over-board. His expression didn’t change, didn’t give any reaction to my greeting, yet I could swear I saw his eyes soften at my voice.
I frowned at his lack of interest.