He spoke to me and we had a conversation, although it did not last very long. I felt overwhelmed and anxious about it the rest of the day and I could not stop thinking about what I should have done differently.

To my surprise talking to the boy did not feel pleasant at all. I felt scared and uncomfortable when he looked at me, despite the warm butterfly feeling in my stomach.

After this interaction I still looked for the boy every day, and I looked at his path to try and see what it was like, how many people lived there and what pets walked around the street, realising that I did want the unpleasant feeling of talking to him again.