A guy approached me today. He introduced himself as Andy, a pretty fine name for the rugged look he sported. I thought he was daring, coming up to strike a conversation with me after dodging glances the past few hours. Not many guys dare to over here, even fewer would, given my kind of getup. Though the start of the conversation was lame, he was quite a fine lad. He isn't a local, yet studies in the institution I thought I was headed - NAFA. He seemed like a good guy.

I felt bad having to break the conversation up by asking my friends to help take their stuff in. In that few seconds I left him alone with three laptops and other valuables, he could've made it without much hassle but he didn't. That aside, I wouldn't mind having to talk with him the evening away, because there's nobody else I can talk to. Having nobody but your shadows to talk to is a really lonesome thing.

And sometimes, strangers listen better than anyone else.