This one is for ducksauce2! Hope you like it!

I walked behind my uncle as we made our way to the Sheepshead Races. He likes to come here a lot and since I wanted to get out of the house, I came along. He went to the top of the bleachers and sat down. I started wondering around away from my uncle. Soon, the gun sounded and the race begun. I usually don't come here often, so everything is new to me. I turned around to look at something before someone ran into me. I fell back and landed on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, miss," someone says. I look up and see a boy around my age holding out his hand for me to take. I grab his hand and he helps me up. He's wearing a newsie cap and is around my height. I stopped what I was doing once his brown eyes met mine. I gaze into his eyes as his stared into mine forgetting about everything else.

"It's okay," I say back to him. "I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I continued.

"I was in a rush," he tells me. "I'm Race," he says and holds out his hand for me to shake.

"Catherine," I shake his hand. All I know is his name and suddenly everything feels different now. Butterflies erupt in my stomach from the contact. I realized I've been shaking his hand for a few moments so I pull my hand away.

"What brings ya ta da races?" he  asks me.

"My uncle likes to come here and I wanted to get out of the house, so I came along," I explained. "What about you?" I ask him back trying to make conversation.

"I like ta come here and watch da races. And sell me papes here," he says gesturing to the stack of papers in his other hand. We stopped talking both of us not sure what to say next. After a minute, I spoke up.

"I... uh... I better get going," I stumble over the words. He smiles at me which I gladly return and start backing away never breaking eye contact.

"I'll see ya 'round," he calls as I walk away.

"Yeah," I say back to him. I turn back around and walk to the bleachers. I sat down and immediately I thought about Race. His name echoed in my thoughts. I know I want to know him better. I looked around getting bored with the race and found a familiar newsie talking to someone. My eyes found his and I smiled. He smiled back then looked away. Please tell me this isn't all in my head. Please tell me he's feeling this, too. I've never felt like this before even though we just met. I'm definitely coming to the races more often.