Six.

You scared the hell out of me, and you really seemed to like me a lot, and that scared me even more. Early on, we would be in the van at night, and you would make clucking noises while I ate mcnuggets. Every time I would bite into one, you would squawk really loud. Later on, you set a table for us to have some sort of romantic dinner for two, even though we were in a dining hall full of our peers. You couldn't be embarrassed, or at least you pretended so, but I could, and that fear always got in the way when it came to a lot of things. I think the last time I saw you was the platform at Trenton train station. You ran up to me all excited, but I acted all cool. I'd probably be excited if it happened now.