After work I went and sat beside the tiara boy,which is what I've decided to call him till I learn his name.
He didn't look at me or anything,but I didn't mind.
I was used to not many people looking at me,most who did looked in disgust at my hair or in judgement at my tattoos.
I was fine with going unnoticed by people.
"Aren't you ever cold from sitting out here?"
Nothing.
"I get cold easily."
Still nothing.
"Do you?"
No movement or smile or shrug.Nothing.
"Your tiara is very shiny at night."
A slight movement,a twitch of his head underneath his big black hoodie.
I might have imagined it though,it was so fast I can't be totally sure.
A couple minutes passed of silence between us,the air was getting cold again.
"I thought you'd like to know."
