Immediately Avril stepped out of the front door, she felt a cool breeze sweep right down her hair almost ripping off her neatly bun.
As she walked in silence for a while listening to music, something like a sought of figure caught her eye. She quickly spun around and saw no one and nothing. A cold chill run down her spine and she remained still unable to move. Avril could swear she saw something.
"Hey", greeted the stranger.
"Aaghh", Avril shouted stumbling backwards thereby tripping and falling with a look of horror in her eyes. Avril was staring at a young boy of about 16 years.
Zicu was, well, different from the others. He was handsome, not perhaps in the conventional sense, but he had that appearance which could make him stand out in the crowd. He was fair, almost pale white skin. His unfathomable, golden brown eyes contrasted exceptionally with his light toned face. His eyes were as deep and expressive, where you could get lost if you stared long enough. His face had that faraway look in it which cannot be described in words. His smile, which reached up to his eyes and wrinkled them which flaunted his modesty and humility. He was not extremely muscular with 6 pack abs or 15 cm biceps. He was nothing special but all the same unique.
"Wh- who are you?!!", Avril asked.
The boy stared at Avril for a while before replying, "My name is Zicu".
Zicu could read the fear in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, I mean no harm", he said. He helped her up and Avril brushed off the dirt on her skirt.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you?", he asked. "Yeah, obviously", she said with a hint of irritation.
"Oh, my bad", Zicu apologized.
"Never mind", Avril said.
"You out for a walk?", Zicu asked.
"Yes", she said secretly admiring the lad.
"Shall we?".