Our different worlds

Misinformation may work?

Christmas vacation was coming to a close, and I found myself feeling restless. I had finished all my assignments ahead of time, and while I had hoped to meet up with the guys, they were all busy playing games and flipping through magazines marked "18 and Over." I sighed, knowing I wouldn't fit into that scene right now. Instead, I decided to take a stroll around town, hoping to find some company.

As I wandered through the bustling streets, I spotted him-the hat man with sunglasses, looking utterly out of place. To my surprise, he was actually window shopping, peering curiously at a display. I approached him, unable to contain my amusement. "What are you doing? Looking for a new accessory?"

He turned, clearly caught off guard. "Oh, hey! I'm just... watching the ring," he replied, gesturing vaguely towards a simple silver ring with a sun emblem in the display case.

"Um, that's a pair of rings, you know," I pointed out, a teasing smile on my lips. "The moon is its match."

His brow furrowed slightly as he considered my words. "You're right. I hadn't noticed that," he admitted, curiosity igniting in his eyes. "Why do you know that?"

I shrugged, leaning against the shop window. "Just something I remember. Why are you looking for rings, anyway?"

He hesitated, then shrugged again, a hint of vulnerability flashing across his face. "It reminds me of someone," he said quietly.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Someone special?"

He hesitated again before responding, "Maybe. Just someone."

Trying to lighten the mood, I changed the subject. "So, what are you up to today?"

"I'm taking pictures around town," he said, motioning with his camera. "Wanna join me?"

I grinned. "Sure! I could use some adventure."

As we wandered through town, he snapped pictures of everything-the colorful storefronts, the old brick buildings, and even the quirky street performers. In between clicks, he turned the conversation back to me. "So, anything changed since the last time we talked?"

I bit my lip, knowing I had something on my mind but not sure if I should share. "Well, actually, yeah. I think I might like someone."

His curiosity was palpable, even though I couldn't see his eyes behind those sunglasses. "Oh? Who is it?"

I shook my head, a smile creeping onto my face. "I can't tell you that! It's complicated."

"Complicated how?" he prodded, grinning as he adjusted his camera.

I sighed dramatically. "Let's just say I wouldn't tell him I like him because... well, I think it would cause problems. You know how it is."

He nodded slowly, as if pondering my words. "Yeah, I get that. But don't you think it's worth it? Even if it causes some chaos?"

I shrugged again, pondering. "Maybe. But what if it ruins our friendship?"

"Sometimes you have to take that risk," he replied, glancing at me as he framed another shot.

"Easy for you to say," I laughed. "You're not the one stuck in the middle of it."

He lowered his camera and looked at me intently. "But don't you want to be happy? Like, really happy? Sometimes it's worth the risk. Just be honest with yourself."

His words struck a chord within me. I hadn't considered that perspective before. "You might be right," I admitted. "But I'm still scared."

"Scared is normal," he said, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "It just means you care."