You turn back around and stuff your hands in your pockets. You don't know what to make of the situation. Not anymore. You shuffle your feet along the grass and you cast your eyes to the ground. The ground was nothing but grass, you couldn't even see the dirt below, but you knew it was there.
You continue your way.
You feel lost.
Confused.
You question, is there something important?
Just as you take one more step someone gets in your way. You can see their looming shadow and in the shadow you can see mocking eyes and a big, wide, smirk. You slowly drag your head up and you meet a pair of eyes you've never seen before. This doesn't startle you, but brings you warmth. You smile at the person and grab their hand. You shake it.
It was St. Patrick's Day after all.
