He came up to me one day when I finished a song. A handsome boy with blonde hair and straight white teeth that he showed off with a smile. He held a greasy fast food bag out to me as he asked, "hungry?"


    My stomach growled loudly in answer before I could decline his offer. I took the bag from him somewhat reluctantly. He nodded in satisfaction and pulled another bag out from behind his back and sat down, patting the ground next to him. A little uncomfortable, I sat down next to him and opened the bag. My stomach ached longingly when the full-force of the smell hit my nose. I pulled the first of three burgers out of the bag, ripped off its wrapping, and tore into it.


    As I ate, he talked to me. "You''re really good, you know. I love listening to you sing. It really makes my day every time I hear you."


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    I swallowed the last bite of the first burger, "Uhm, thanks."


    It didn''t seem possible but his smile grew bigger. "My name''s Christian. What''s yours?"


    I thought about it for a moment, ".... Nolan." Yeah, that felt right.


    “Nice name,” he said without a moment''s hesitation. As if there there was nothing at all to question.


    I ate another burger and a good amount of the fries in the bag as we talked about the most mundane things; T.V. shows and video games, and music. I forgot my discomfort and by the time he told me that he had to leave I was sad to see him go.