"Y/n, My Friend." Bruno Madrigal x Reader

A new child in a town named Encanto, you were y/n. A shy child that was usually the outcast of the children playing. You sat alone usually picking the flowers in the field, taking in sweet nature not minding the idea of being alone. You enjoyed time alone, it helped you think and take in the beautiful view. A boy, with a gloomy walk, sat beside a tree under the shade. You noticed him and curiously wondered why he looked so sad.. Curiosity murdered your control and you wandered over to sit next to him. He cautiously got up and looked at you. With a confused look he asked "Who are you, why are you sitting near me?"