Your P.O.V. (Point of view)
You were out, late at night, simply walking about to get some exercise, fresh air, whatever it was that you came outside for.
Suddenly, you see weird smoke coming from behind a building, you thought that, 'Hey, what if something is wrong??' so you decided to go check it out.
You walk over to the brick building, it seems like it's abandoned, but you decide not to go in, besides...don't wanna be sued after all for being on someone's property...
Oh wait! The smoke!
You rush over to the direction the smoke is coming from, and see someone with a brown hat, greenish-blue hair, a white shirt with a blackish-gray jacket, with sweatpants, almost the same color as their hair, and also brown shoes. They also had a cigarette...
That was...glowing? What? Oh shoot...did they spot me??
Garcello's P.O.V.
I was just casually smoking, as I almost always do, when I see someone with (Y/C/H) ((your color hair)), (Y/C/E) ((your color eyes)), (Y/C/S) ((your color skin)) a hoodie, pants, and shoes on.
I walk towards them, trying to get a closer look at them.
"Heya there kid. What'cha here for?"
"Im not here for anything...I saw the smoke and thought that something might have been wrong..." They said at first, but then it faded into a whisper. Seems like they were embarrassed.
"Well...while you're here...might as well get to know ya. Name's Garcello. Yours?" I held out my hand, hoping they would shake it.
"(Y/N). (Y/N) is my name." They say.
"(Y/N)...huh? Hm...cool. Guess I'll see ya later, then?" I turned around only for them to put their hand on my shoulder.
"Wait! I'll see ya soon, Garcello." They smiled, and then they walked away.
Well...that was...weird...but okay. Uh...hope I'll see em later...
Wait! What if they tell someone about me?? Wait...they seem nice enough to not tell that...They wouldn't...
Right?