While I was sitting at my place and looking out of the window, Something very cold was placed on my head. I got startled and looked back.
"I told you it's cold and close the window or you'll catch a cold."
"Wh-Where did you go?" I asked as I closed the window.
"I went out to get ice for you. Your eyes are so puffed, they'll help you to get in shape. Here, let me help you."
"Ah, no it's okay. I'll help myself. Thank-you for thinking this far."
"No problem. That's what friends are for!"
"Friends?"
"Are we.. not? Was I the only one thinking that we were friends?"
He started sulking over being friends.
"Ah, no it's just that I.. never had friends in my memory since my childhood. So I don't know what are friends, what it's like to be friends..."
He looked at me with a very pleasant smile that is refreshing to look at.
"Then wanna try being friend's with me?"
He held out his hand so as to shake. I don't know what I was thinking and shook hands with him. It was automatically done or should I say I also wanted to be friends with someone, to be close to someone. But I was scared and was an outcast. I had accepted myself like that but still somewhere deep inside my heart, I felt the need of someone with whom I could talk to. Is it him?
Suddenly, he grasped my hand with a serious look taking over his bright face.
"Your hands are so cold due to the ice. Why are you doing it barehanded? Here take my handkerchief. Use this to cover it and then slightly press it."
"No I can't. I don't want to dirty your handkerchief."
"Are you stupid? Your hands are more important than this. Use it or I'll do it on my own."
"Ah, no I'll take it. Thankyou."
"Well, Why don't you call me by my name?"
"Wh-What's your name?"
"What! You don't remember? I told you when I sat beside you."
"Ah, umm.. I'm sorry I was not paying attention. I'm really sorry."
"Fine then make up to it. Help me with this coming cultural fest."
"Can I even say no? You've already given my name though."
"You can say no. I'll figure out things and do on my own."
"Then you want me to be the bad guy? Nevermind, I'll help you. It'll be a repayment for before. I'm sorry for today."
"Oh, it okay I told you earlier too. By the way, it's Dasher, Dasher Smith."
"Hmm.. oh your name, Dasher, nice name. I'm Jane White. Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
"I should probably go. It's getting quite late. I'm sorry I can't wash your handkerchief for you."
"Ah nevermind it's okay."
"I'll dispose the ice. Leave them to me. Anything else you wanna say to me?"
"How did you know?"
"You had that strange look on your face. I noticed that whenever you wanna ask me something, you make that face."
"Was it that obvious? Anyways, you're not stuttering anymore?"
"What?"
"Ah, no it's... I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable."
"No you didn't. I'm not stuttering because I'm not scared. Whenever I get scared I start stuttering."
"I'll make sure not to scare you."
-pfft.
"You smiled?"
"No I didn't."
"Yes, you smiled."
"Jane!"