You’d just left the building, when you walked into somebody, knocking both of you over. You turn to glare at the idiot, only to stop, and smile slightly when you see it’s Daniel. “Hey.” You say as you get up, dusting off your stormy grey skirt.
“Hi,” he replies, picking himself up. He’s wearing blue denim shorts, an orange shortsleeved t-shirt, and white trainers. “Nearly missed you.”
“Clearly. Where were you?” You ask, curious. He’d was supposed to drop by a little earlier.
He rubs the back of his head, ruffling his scruffy, light brown hair. “I, er, got a little distracted.” He replies.
You frown slightly, jealousy flaring up inside you. You liked Daniel, you wanted more with him. But you’d noticed that he’d been ‘distracted’ more and more lately. “I see.” You do your best to make your displeasure with him known. He grinned sheepishly, and you thought you saw the hint of a blush on his face.
Together, you started walking. He was a bit taller than you, maybe three or four inches. His eyes were a shining emerald green, and together, the two of you could talk about games, sci-fi, fantasy and all sorts of similar things for hours. And if you weren’t talking about it, you were either playing games, or painting new tabletop gaming models, ready for the next battles.
You blamed your dad for that; he liked them, and though he couldn’t see you all that much (you were certain your mother had slept with somebody important to have won custody of you), he deposited a large amount of money into your accounts each month. Meaning you could buy most of them. That was fine. Daniel was the better painter anyway.
As you walked, you couldn’t help but wonder; what had Daniel so distracted?