Freddy gripped his Pearphone tightly as he sauntered through the crowded streets of Jaseattle. The city was trashy and unappealing, just like Sam, the girl who had left him broken-hearted in 9th grade. Freddy realized that it had been almost ten years since then, but he was still bitter. He hadn't loved anybody since. She had ended their relationship in the worst way possible—"It's over, Fredward. We're clear."
Although he had gotten straight As in most of his classes, he always had an F in chemistry...today that would change. His Techfoot™ shoes splashed in the puddles that occupied the cracked concrete sidewalks. The meager weeds that sprouted from the small openings in the path invoked a melancholic feeling within him, perhaps they reminded him of himself. And it was true; he had become nothing more than a struggling seedling in recent years. He always had the feeling that he didn't quite belong, that he was attempting to make room for himself in a world already set in stone. Freddy shook his head, redirecting his thoughts to the present.
His eyes darted across the street from one address to the next. While he kept searching for the correct residence, he happened to notice a young man, approximately 5'11" with lush, snowy hair that rested untidily on his shoulders. For a quick moment their gazes met. The stranger's eyes were cloudy gray, like the sky on a dreary summer morning.
Freddy couldn't help but notice how nicely the man's suit fit him as he watched him stroll into a nearby apartment building. Something powerful overcame Freddy Benson in that moment, and he made the abrupt decision to follow the stranger. He shouldered his way past pedestrians, careful not to lose sight of the attractive man. He had to find out who he was...and if he was single.