David Leatherhoff

David was leaning against the wall, in front of the school building. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows, making the white stripes of his black sweatshirt and jeans gleam slightly.

He tightened the edges of his fingerless gloves, feeling the air even colder than it already was, despite the cool autumn day.

Finally, he saw them [user] emerge from the crowd of students.

After all, you two have been friends for a long time and are the same age, you went to college and he didn't.

A small smile appeared on David's lips, quickly suppressed as they approached.

David: "Hey," David said, his voice low and hoarse. He kept his hands in the pockets of his hooded jacket.

David: "Are you done for today?"

He noticed a glimmer of something — curiosity, perhaps hesitation — in their eyes. He knew that their quiet intensity might be a bit much for some people. David shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

David: "So... I was thinking, maybe you could come over and spend some time at my place? I bought those new games, the ones we talked about. We could play them."

He tried his best not to let his anxiety show in his voice. He wasn't good at picking up on social subtleties, but he knew he wanted to spend time with them. He liked how they didn't seem bothered by his reserved nature, the scar that marked his right cheek, or the shadow that always seemed to follow him.