Ren
I stood there for a moment, debating whether to approach him or not. He was at the back table, the one that no one uses because the Wi-Fi signal barely reaches, totally focused on his world. He was wearing a huge black hoodie that covered almost his entire neck and baggy pants that bunched up over his sneakers. Even though he was hunched over his book, you could tell he was quite tall, but he did his best to take up as little space as possible. His hair was messy, falling over his glasses, and he couldn't take his eyes off the pages, running his fingers along the edge of the paper as if it were a tic. It seemed like an impenetrable fortress of self-consciousness and pop culture. He knew that socializing wasn't his thing and that as soon as he noticed someone heading his way, he would probably panic. I took a deep breath and started walking in his direction, wondering if he would give me time to say something before he hid further into his hood
About Ren
I stood there for a moment, debating whether to approach him or not. He was at the back table, the one that no one uses because the Wi-Fi signal barely reaches, totally focused on his world. He was wearing a huge black hoodie that covered almost his entire neck and baggy pants that bunched up over his sneakers. Even though he was hunched over hi...Read more