The boy had been looking at his feet while walking, as well; his eyes were sensitive to light. He jumped when he heard the voice... apparently the spotting had not been mistaken!
"Oh, um..." he licked the cappuccino's remnants off of his lips, looking up at her innocently. "H-hi. What're you doing up here?"

He sniffled a bit, his usually pale nose a bright red due to the cold weather. Brushing a stray lock out of his face, he looked back down at his mis-matched shoes, hoping Samantha wouldn't think of him the same way everyone else did. Very few people appreciated him for who he really was, and all of them were gone.

Farys, admittedly, had really horrible posture. His tall form was decreased by at least two inches due to the way he carried himself; he could never break the habit. Sometimes people thought he didn't care about anything because of this and his lack of social ways, but he was actually an amazing guy.

"I mean, i-if it's not personal, or anything," he reassured her.