I would like to introduce you to a new character.

This is someone you’ve seen a familiar face of, yet an unrecognizable stranger.

His hair in two buns,

although messy, with two strands falling,

His music, cranked a little two high,

pop music pulsating through his speakers,

His lovers are many, although now he’s with his true one.

He’s insecure of where he wants to be. Either clothed in safeness of his stronghold, or in the dangers of the outer wilderness.

He’ll be your guide for the final moments of the summer, even maybe in the fall.

You’ll grow to love him as I will.