Barry attended the Family Festival with his folks. He wore a new tan suit with a gold shirt, no tie, his black hair gleaming.
He acted cool and confident, wearing his prescription shades to avoid the four eyed thing.
As he entered he did a scan; there were a number of kids, many younger than he was, only a handful about his age.
He was playing his role of ‘Mav’ Barry, conscious of himself as if he were an actor moving on a stage. His ‘confidence’ did catch eyes.
His eyes were caught by a red headed girl who seemed bored near to death.
She stood by a rail looking into space with a sour turn to her mouth.
He approached her because it didn’t matter.