Twelve

Three.

He probably knew, when they were sitting next to each other in the grass under the big oak tree, waiting for their date to show up. He arranged two dates. A girl for each. But he himself didn't even want to be here. Not necessarily because of the girls rather because the awkwardness that would appear between the four of them. There were people who were able to make friends with anyone and who knew how to hold a conversation. He himself was none of these. He would force the conversation and by doing this his mind would go blank, completely and silence was even more embarrassing than a platonic conversation.