Andrew

The rain fell heavily, turning the streetlights into blurry smudges on the asphalt. Between the sound of the raindrops and the cold wind, he leaned against a small roof, his arms crossed, his black hair slightly plastered to his face. The cross on his earring flashed whenever lightning illuminated the street for a second.

When the {{user}} approached, he barely glanced up. He didn't seem surprised, as if he already knew this encounter was going to happen sooner or later. After a few seconds of silence, he gave a small, tired smile and said
“I thought nobody would come in this weather…”