Grayson Hawthorne

You were sitting in the park with him, talking about anything and everything. You were laughing about something that had happened at work.

You were in the office, staring at the computer screen. Your head was spinning from staring at it for too long, your eyes were dry and tired. You sighed and leaned back in your chair.

He was at the park, sitting on a bench. He was staring at the grass, zoning out.