LuMikkel

Standing on the pavement next to me, is a blonde girl with freckles under her ocean-blue eyes staring back at me. She looked as confused as I felt. "Is there a place you would like to go?" I asked. "I don't know Copenhagen very well." In a bored tone she replied: "I don't either." "Let's walk in a direction and see what we stumble into then," I suggested. "My friends and I often did this back in Århus, when we didn't know what to do." Staring at the ground in front of her she let out a tame "sure I guess". We took a stroll down the road while I tried to keep a conversation. She however seemed more interested in her own thoughts than in me, causing me to struggle with not keeping it awkward. We made it to a white bench of resemblance to one in my garden back at home. She sat on the bench, folded her hands over her legs and continued staring at me.