"Uh, are you talking to me?" I confusingly ask, pointing a finger at my direction. The red lips of the unknown man twitches to a grin as he continues after unfolding his hands.
"Well, I believe, yes." I didn't get a chance to notice last time he talked but now it's clear to me that he's British after hearing his accent.
"Oh," I didn't know what else to say. Just blank. I could count how many times strangers actually came forward to talk to me, probably because I look like a dumb s**t and not so much interesting looking to talk with.
He takes a step towards me and for him coming closer, I could say that this guy must be at his mid twenties or something. He points out the vacant seat on the bench I'm sitting on with his blue eyes, "May I?"
"Sure." I make more space by sliding beside - j
