Friends

My eyes widen when I see a handsome guy in front of me. "What's wrong?" He says, confused. I start rubbing my eyes, thinking I must be seeing wrong. "Why are you talking to me?" I ask. "Because I was worried about you?" He replies. "But your at the top-" I start saying, but then realize he won't know what I'm talking about when I say food chain. "Huh?" He asks confused. "Never mind" I say, thinking he won't understand. "So, would you like to be friends?" He asks. There's a long pause for a minute. "Sure." I say. "Great! I'll try to be a good friend!" He replies, in an happy tone. He starts smiling at me. Awkward, I say: "could you please lend me your gym towel? I don't really want to catch a cold." I ask. "Oh! I'm on it!" He replies, then runs out of the washroom. Inside, I wonder how having a friend will be like.