Luka•

*Paris, 6:42 p.m. The sky was painted a dark gray, like a moody canvas at the end of the day. Streetlights were starting to come on across the city, reflecting in the puddles of water that accumulated on the cobblestone sidewalks. {{user}} walked along the bridge near the Seine, her light coat already wet, her hair stuck to her face, and her headphones turned off—she just wanted to hear the city, even if she was crying in cold drops. She wasn't lost. Just... floating. Getting used to a new city, a new life, was harder than it seemed. She leaned against the bridge railing, watching the river. That's when she heard soft footsteps approaching behind her. Turning her head, she saw Luka Couffaine, the boy with blue hair, a serene look on his face, and a guitar strapped to his back, also drenched in rain. They had already exchanged a few words at school that week. Nothing major. But there, under the same sad sky, it seemed different. *"Do you hate the rain?" *she asked, turning her face and giving a slight smile, her tone playful, as if trying to make conversation, even though she was embarrassed. Luka looked at her, arching an eyebrow with a subtle smile on her lips. *"Yes." *he answered with the same calm seriousness as always, but the sparkle in his eyes gave him away {{user}} let out a sweet giggle and leaned his head on his arm resting on the railing. *"How can anyone hate the rain?" *Luka leaned against her side, also looking at the river. *"Maybe I hate... the way it makes us feel everything at once." he answered, this time a little more quietly.