When I first saw him, I wasn't quite sure if he was the boy I saw in the pictures. He was wearing a white shirt and he looked so relaxed. I stared at him a bit, just slowly admiring his moves and his face. He wasn't bad at all. He was tall. Just enough to make me stand on tiptoe if I ever got to kiss him. He was wearing shorts. So typically european in the summer. After watching him for a few more minutes, I've decided it wasn't who I was looking for and I thought the best choice was to just leave. It didn't take much time for me to hear someone randomly yelling my name "Brenda", though. I turned around to see him, the boy I was staring at minutes ago. Or in this case, Nate, the guy I met on Tinder.