Seth turned around. A girl was sitting there, behind him. She was beautiful, and she knew his song. That just made her even better. He smiled and walked over to her. "Hey, I'm Seth," he said, reaching out his hand. He glanced at his outstretched hand and then yanked down his sweatshirt, over the cuts on his arm. He hoped she hadn't noticed, it was one of his worst habits, though he had many other bad ones. "What's your name?" he asked, quietly. He then realized he still had his headphones in. Reaching up, he turned off his music with his other hand and took out the headphones. "Sorry," he apologized and returned his hand to its outstretched position. As he waited he looked at her, she was very pretty. He really felt like she could be different than the other people. He really needed a friend and she seemed so different. He wanted to tell her his secret, and to pour out his heart to her, and write music with her, and sing, and just live. She was perfect and she hadn't even said a word to him.