I was in deep contemplation after yesterday's events. I couldn't decide whether my actions were selfish, or if I was acting out of kindness. Sure I was hungry and he had food, but I talked to him, which is more than I can say for most of our encounters. Most of which he initiated, and did most of the communicating.

I wonder what's with him? He told me when I first met him that he wanted to talk to me but didn't know if he needed a premise to do so. Maybe... he just wants to be friends? I would have no problem with that, I actually need some friends. Still though, his habits are a bit disturbing. I wonder if he's followed anyone else around like that...

I hear a knock on the door and I get up to answer it. I don't bother to look through the peephole, since it can only be a handful of people, I just open it. Gary, my landlord, is standing outside my door.

"Good morning, Black. Do you know what today is?" Gary started. I rolled my eyes. Today was the day that my rent was due, I wasn't behind like I thought before, and besides that Gary doesn't even collect rent; we send it straight to a checking account. "Anyway, what have you been up to? Haven't had any problems lately?"

I hesitated before shaking my head. "Everything has been just fine."

Gary slowly nodded, as he looked off in the distance. "You wouldn't happen to have any spare coffee, would you?" I sighed, and ushered him inside.

I closed the door behind him. Gary went to go sit at the kitchen table where he normally did when he came over for coffee.

"I hope you know I only have instant, none of that gourmet stuff your into." I told him, hoping he would consider leaving. I didn't really want to talk to him right now.

"That's fine, as long as it's not decaf." Gary replied, looking though the papers I had on the table. I rolled my eyes again before setting some water and milk to boil. Shortly after I joined Gary at the table. "Why do you look so upset? I know you're family died and all-"

I glared at him.

"Look, all I'm trying to say is that you can't spend your whole life living in the past. You need to get out, and make some friends."

We sat quietly until the water started to boil. I made Gary his coffee and handed it to him. I put my milk in a mug and added some honey before sitting back down.

"Oh, you will not believe what happen to Laura!" Laura was my annoying, nosy, neighbor who enjoyed spying on me. Maybe she drove off a cliff and was in the hospital. "So yesterday she was in the lobby talking to the security guard about sleeping on the job when a man she had never seen before came out of the elevator. He was really tall, with I think green hair? Anyway, she asked what he was doing around and he told her that he was visiting you."

I took a sip of my milk and honey. "I thought you wanted me to make friends?"

"Oh, really? I was just joking." Gary said laughing. "You pick interesting people to make friends with."

I shrugged.

"Well, I hate to be that guy, but I have to go." Gary said standing up and leaving, taking my mug with him. "I'll bring your mug back later, I promise!" He yelled back as he left.

I decide to go watch the news. In the middle of a commercial I hear another knock on the door and I go and open it. It's probably Laura, come to bother me. I open the door and it's actually him, the guy with green hair, whose name I don't know. I let him inside and close the door. I trust him a bit more now.

"I'll be ready in a minute." I tell him setting my milk on the counter. He looks at me a bit confused but says nothing. I go into my bedroom and change my clothes. When I come back I notice that my mug is empty. I ignore it. "Come on, let's go for a walk. I need the exercise." He looked at me a bit awkwardly, as if he was confused, but he followed me out nonetheless. When we hit the street we settled out to a brisk pace.

"It's really nice out today," He started. I decided to listen, since I had basically asked him to walk with me. "You picked a good day to take a walk. Do you do this often?" I could tell this was going to be a long walk...

I shook my head. "Not really, I just decided that I need to get out the house more often, and taking a walk seemed to be a good reason to..."

He simply nodded. There was silence between us for a while until he started talking again. "I used to take walks, a bit like this actually, but I haven't had the time lately, I've been busy with various tasks and such things, but it's also important to take time out of your busy schedule every now and then and just enjoy the gift of nature, and all it's wonders..." And he continued to ramble on for a good time, until we stopped for a break. We were now sitting on a bench, because I wanted to catch my breath.

While we were sitting I glanced around. We were in a park, as most benches reside in one, and around us were park-like things: Trees, grass, aforementioned benches, and a frozen yogurt stand.

At that moment a wonderful idea popped into my mind. Considering it was hot, or at least I was, we should get some frozen yogurt. "Do you want some frozen yogurt?" I offer, turning to him.

He was playing with his thumbs in an odd fashion, but nodded nonetheless. "Sure, what kind do you want?"

I was unsure of what he was asking. Sure he was asking what flavor I wanted, but was he offering to buy it? I had originally intended to buy my own. "Chocolate?" I wasn't really sure what flavors they would have, but most things chocolate tasted... nice.

He nodded before getting up and walking over to the stand. He returned a couple of minutes later with two cups of frozen yogurt: mine, and presumably his. He held one cup out to me and I took it thanking him. "Should we head back now?" He asked looking up at the sky.

It was getting to be a bit past noon, so it would heat up a bit.

"Sure," I got off the bench and we began walking back to my apartment.

I've always wondered how he knew the way to my apartment. Maybe he just remembers or something, or perhaps he just knew the building and my apartment number and just like searched it up or something. Regardless it's weird how he knows every turn, and every street, between the park and my apartment.

"So it's not just ice cream." He says suddenly, drawing me from my thoughts.

I look at him slightly confused before glancing down and my frozen yogurt or in particular, my hand. I'm holding my spoon, which is all well and fine, but I have my pinkie up, much like he said how I eat ice cream. I frown, somewhat involuntarily.

"Don't be offended," He starts, not knowing I didn't really mean to frown. "If it makes you feel any better, I...I think it's kind of cute."

For whatever reason, this does make me feel better. Why? I'm not entirely sure, but what does it matter? I don't bother to say anything to fend off is worries. I just stop frowning as much. We've reached our apartment. I unlock it, and he speaks again.

"I have to go..." He starts, scratching the back of his head. "I hope you're not offended." He says before leaving.

I think about what I've done, letting him believe that I was upset. Maybe I was to hard on him?

Now at this point I'm just like, 'WTF, Black? You haven't asked him his name yet? I know you don't care and all, but really...' The sad part is that I have no one to blame but myself, seeing as I wrote it like that originally, but I didn't know that I would be doing this now...

Well anyway, I hope you all enjoyed. Please review, it means a lot to me, even if it's just to tell me that you like the story or something, it means a lot to me.