Sister Corrie led me to the food truck to get my own food. I wasn’t hungry. I definitely wasn’t here for the food. I didn’t want to be rude so I asked for the same food as the last kid who received her plate. It was spaghetti, burger, and fries. With my full plate and the soft drinks, I looked for a table only to realize everything had been occupied. Luckily, I found Joshua and Pierre, who silently offered me the vacant seat on their table. Beside them was a beautiful girl with her brown hair in braids. She shyly smiled at me before biting on her burger. I had my attention on them for the first minutes, letting them know I was approachable and open for conversation if they ever wished to. But the more I waited for them to talk, the more the situation got awkward, especially because I kept
