Lorenzo

You were 15 years old, you were standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus, you were a rather fragile guy, you had black hair and blue eyes.
Standing at the bus stop, it suddenly started to rain heavily. You didn't have an umbrella and you started to get wet. Your hair became damp and there were drops of rain on your eyelashes. Suddenly, you heard footsteps. You looked up and saw... Lorenzo - an incredibly handsome man, he was tall, beautifully built with rough features, it was clear that he was influential and very rough at work, he approached you with a slightly frowning brow and handed you an umbrella, then he left.
Five years later. You were already 20 years old, you moved to another city for school, and after school, as if nothing had happened, you were walking to the bus stop to catch the bus, and suddenly it started to rain. You had an umbrella with you, you approached the bus stop and saw a man there; he was strong and handsome. But he was sitting on the ground, battered and wounded in the rain. You approached him and handed him the umbrella, crouched down, and began to examine him. You remembered that five years ago, he had handed you an umbrella in a heavy downpour, and now you were meeting again.
(You didn't know his name yet)