The art of fishing requires a lot of patience. If you master the rod, you can catch anything.

Its so nice today. A high tide, colder waters, a nice time… Its so peaceful, not a noise around me. The only problem is I havent caught any fish in what felt like… an hour maybe. Its bugging me. Where are the fish? The water here is very murky, so I cant see anything passing by.

Where are the goddamn fish?

I can feel myself dozing off a bit, until I hear footsteps.

"Hm?" I exclaim, I turn around and see a white and red humanoid. They have eye stalks that peered over his head, and red squishy tendrils curling from their scalp.

"Haiii! Hello!" I joyfully wave, nice to see someone around here! I almost never see people coming to the river.

They nervously wave back "Oh uh. . . hello!" They scratch the back of their neck as they sit beside me, looking at the water. Then, they put a strange radar into the dirty liquid.

I decide to speak up, "Soooo. . . what brings you here?"

"Looking for a fish," they respond.

"Ooo what kind? I can probably help!-"

"Im not going to say."

Why dont they wanna say what the fish was? Oh well, probably shouldn’t bug them about it.

I continue, "Do you like fishing? You dont have a rod or anything? Are you new to fishing?"

They stop responding

We end up sitting there awkwardly together in silence. Man, I have no idea how to speak to him. Until he just gets up and walks away, no goodbye? Aw. . .