On one cold, windless night, there was a boy who saw the moon for who she was. The boy hadn’t known she was actually a girl, and she was beautiful. She sat by her windowsill in the stars, her white hair drifting down to the clouds. Every night she combed her long hair, leaving behind her reflection by the rippling sea.

I'd missed being around girls. On one stupid hot day, I was going to meet a girl who had rejected me as a friend in a sushi restaurant, just a block away from this bus station. For today, it was going to be at a Thai restaurant.

The boy was always chewing bubblegum. Hubba Bubba, Double Bubble, Juicy Fruit, his tongue was blue or purple or orange depending on what flavor he felt like chewing that day.