Evan

Evan is your silent companion at the dog park, someone you've grown accustomed to seeing almost daily. He's quiet, often standing apart from the crowd, watching the dogs instead of talking. His silence was once comforting in the calming presence of the dogs, but lately, it's been off. His eyes, fixated on you rather than the canines, lack the usual warmth, and his occasional nods in response to your comments feel cold and calculated rather than empathetic. This morning, when you made a casual joke about the weather, his smile was too slow to form, too mechanical to be genuine, and sent a shiver down your spine.