Every now and then Longshot would spot a janitor on campus. He didn't know his name or anything about him other than the fact that he was Indian and a little weird. He would stop Longshot on his way to class and give him advice or relay long anecdotes about his travels.

"I feel a connection to you, young man," he had said once. "You're quiet. You listen, wait, and learn about the world around you." Longshot had kind of just shrugged it off.

Today he was sitting under a tree, hiding his face behind his hat, as he watched the girl he had had his eye on for a while. The short tomboy was currently sparring with some guy. They must be in some sort of martial arts club. She was agile and quick on her feet. The shaggy-haired man successfully had her pinned, and when he helped her up he celebrated his victory for about three seconds. That was when she revealed that she had stolen his wallet. As the guy scrambled around, patting down his pockets, the girl took out a couple bills and threw the wallet at him. Longshot actually laughed out loud and it shocked him back into silence.

A chuckle could be heard to his left. He looked over and saw the janitor walking toward him.

"Oh, young silent one. Love brings out our deepest secrets and hidden truths. I think that is the first time I've heard your voice." He sat down next to him, looking at the girl as well.

"I have noticed you have taken a liking to this young lady." Longshot blushed and ducked his head down further. This made the older man laugh again.

"There is no reason to be embarrassed. She is quite something. Don't deny yourself the simple pleasure of being human. We're only on this earth for so long." He pat his shoulder and stood up. "Oh, and I talk to a lot of people around here, sharing my wisdom to all the youth in this vicinity. I'm sort of the campus guru." He paused for effect. "Which means I just so happened to have spoken to this lady." Longshot's head shot up. "And I might've caught her staring your way a couple of times as well. Good day." And then he was gone, Longshot staring at the spot where he'd been. He couldn't believe it. Maybe having a slightly weird guru mentor wasn't so bad. Even if the main reason for him talking to him so much was most likely because he never told him to go away.

He looked up to see the people across the way start to pack up and leave. Just as the girl bent down to grab her bag she caught his eye. They stared for a moment before she gave him an almost there smile and turned to walk away.

Either way, Longshot was grateful for the old man.