Jeans pov.)
I was walking down the sidewalk when I saw a figure across the street collapse. I hurried across the street while it was clear and pulled out my phone to get an ambulance, but before I could call 911 I saw the figure (who I who I could see now was a boy) start to wake up. I jogged over the remaining distance between us and started to ask questions that had to do with memory.
"Are you alright ?" I asked truly wondering.
He tried to stand up so I put my hand out to help him up(which he accepted ). His hands where soft and I honestly didn't want to let go, but did before it got wierd(er).
"I'm good , this happens sometimes."he said worriedly.
"Can you remember your name?" I asked .
"A-armin" he replied, after a second of wondering if he should answer. "Armin" I said " that's a cute name, it suits you" when I said this he got a little red in the face, which of course made him look cuter than before if that was possible.
" I'm Jean" I replied with a smirk like smile " Do you want me to walk you home?"
After thinking for a second he replied with a evil-ish, as evil as he could pull off, " If you go on a date with me, I'll let you walk me home."
(I know it looks short but I am continuing in another chapter for suspense )
