But he didn't wait.
I went on vacation to camp. Tonight I was sitting on a bench alone and doing something on the phone. A boy was passing by and he looked at me. When I smiled at him, he asked if I wanted to walk somewhere. I said yes. He seemed like a cool guy.
I got up, walked towards him. It didn't take me two seconds to lie on the ground.
Of course, I must have tripped over the rope holding the tent.
I got up quickly and realized I had both my hands torn off.
The boy told me to go wash it better and that he would wait for me here. That's what I did. I came back to the same place in less than two minutes.
He wasn't there anymore...