The boy had a stunned look about him, like not long ago he was blending with the peers he towered over. On gangly, thin limbs he had the stoop of one not accustomed to such altitude. Though his height was man-like, I couldn't mistake that face for anything but a boy. I'd put money on it that he isn't even a teen yet. His face was lacking any hint of acne and his movements that gave him away; they were too unrestrained. He wasn't encumbered by trying to impress potential love interests, he was boyish from his too shiny shoes to his mother-trimmed hair. Perhaps another year would have him in worn out sneakers and a boy-band hair style.