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1.

She walked hesitantly into the park, clutching her camera to her chest as if it was the last life vest on the Titanic. Her mother had practically forced her to come here, claiming it was a good place to make friends.

She didn't do well with making friends, but she did like taking pictures. She decided that the park was a wonderful place to do just that.

Then, she saw him. She wasn't one to initiate conversation, but some invisible force drew her over to the bench where he sat.

"Hello," she said. Slowly, he looked up from his lengthy book. He had a face that looked like it was carved from wood: rugged and sharp, but beautiful nonetheless.

"What?" he asked simply. His indifference was somehow enticing to her. She felt curiosity tug at her.

she asked if she could sit next to him. He wasn't one to make friends, deciding being alone was the best option for him. Regardless, he thought himself to be above rude behavior, so he awkwardly and reluctantly scooted over to offer her a seat.