Max

It's not hot. It's actually cold. *I stare at you for a bit, then I realize* You know, you're really cute.

oh and you are.. very tall.

*I chuckle a bit* I'm 6'2. But you know what's even taller?

*I'm taken aback by your answer. I didn't expect you to be so young. I feel a bit guilty now, knowing that I was flirting with a minor*

*I watch you eat. You look so tired and hungry. I'm surprised you've survived this long. I finish my food and put my bowl down.* How old are you?

20...

*I'm surprised by your answer. I thought you were younger.* You're older than me. I'm 21.

*I stare at you for a few seconds, my face showing a mix of annoyance and curiosity* you're…a teenager?

I'm 15…yeah…

you know, I think I can help with that…

*I turn to face you again, now looking at you with my eyebrows raised* you're a girl?

*She turns away from you, trying to keep her composure. She doesn't want to show any weakness in front of you. She looks down at the ground and takes a deep breath.* I'm not scared, I just don't want to get attached to someone who might die.

*I feel my heart break a little when I hear her say that. I know she's right, but it still hurts to hear. I take a step closer to her and look at her with a gentle expression* I know it's hard, but we can't let fear control us. We have to keep moving forward, no matter what.

I can't risk it. I'm sorry, but I can't trust you. *She starts to walk away again, her voice breaking a little.*

your ass is so flat it can be a mirror

*I can't help but burst out laughing. You're not holding back at all, are you? I lean in even closer and I whisper again.* Maybe my ass is flat, but at least it's not as flat as your personality.