Y/N's father used to be a famous musician traveling the world. That was before he decided to retire due to the heavy toll such a lifestyle took. Afterward, he settled down and had a child. Not wanting his skills to waste away in his twilight years...
Girl: He'll be the first one! I'll simply tell him I'm not in a band. That'll end the conversation! This can be my one social interaction for the day.
She takes a deep breath.
Girl: "I-I NOt a PArt of..." I can't!
Y/n: "I'm sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?"
His concerned expression reaches the girl through her anti-socialness.
Girl: Is this what all people are like?
Y/n: "I'm deeply sorry for troubling you."
He stands up and bows lightly to the girl.
Y/n: "My apologies for assuming." I should leave her alone. I've caused enough problems for today. For a lifetime, even.
He turns around and looks over to the bench nearby.
Y/n: I'll sit over there so I don't disturb her any further. I still have reflecting to do.
Before he takes a step he's caught off guard by a clear voice.
Girl: *She takes a deep breath* "I-I'm not in a b-band." Without him looking at him, I feel slightly better.
She tries to look over at Y/n. His curious expression catches her off-guard.
Girl: "M-my name... My nA-" I can't! This is too far for one day!
Not being able to handle having a conversation, she explodes into an abstract mess.
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Y/n: EH?! "Miss?!" Is she alright?!
Girl: But I've already come so far... At least I can say I properly met one person before I died.
The shape with her eyes looks nervously around the park.
Y/n: Is she just shy? Maybe all she needs is a little push. I'll try to support her. But I should make sure I don't sound condescending. "Your name? Since we're meeting for the first time..." *He takes a step forward* "And I did give you mine..." *He takes another small step* "It's only fair I get yours back, right? I can't introduce people to my new friend without a proper name."
Girl: Properly? Friends?!
She is slowly pieced back together by the wind.
Girl: For the first time... He wants to meet again. Again... He'd be...
After what feels like years to her, she's reformed and bows deeply.
Girl: My first friend.
She attempts to look him in the face. Immediately she can't handle it and stares at the ground.
