Skye walked home, her hands in her pockets and her face looking down.

"What have I done?" She asked herself.

She stopped and looked back at the restaurant she just stormed out of.

"They were always there for me, and now..."

Before she could continue thinking, she bumped into someone.

"Sorry miss," The brown haired boy said, getting up and walking to Skye.

Skye looked at the boy who had a bandana over his eyes. "Guess I better watch where I'm going," He said, extending a hand to her.

She didn't accept the offer, but just helped herself up. "It's fine."

"Oh, alright," The boy said, putting the hand away.

The two stood in silence, not knowing what to do or say. "I'm Sabre, nice to meet you," Sabre said, waving slightly.

"You expect me to just tell you my name?"

He shrugged. "Sort of, that's how greetings go, right?"

Skye looked away and crossed her arms. "I don't need to deal with you, see you never," She said, beginning to walk away.

"Now I'm doing even worse," She said to herself again, looking back at the boy.

Sabre had already started walking the other direction as she looked back at him.

'Maybe we'll meet again," He thought to himself.