you sat on the side of the street, shivering a bit with the change in season. A sense in you was telling you that winter was going to be miserable, just like the last.

A short ginger man passes by you, expecting him to just keep walking after seeing you, you pay no attention to it. However, he stops in front of you and crouches, letting his his face reach the same level as yours

“Little one, are you lost? Do you need help finding your parents?”

You were going to tell him that you didn’t have parents, but something caught your eye. His eyes, they were different colours, one brown, the other blue. He saw you staring at his eyes and spoke

“It’s called heterochromia, that’s why they are different colors”

mesmerized, you sat there and stared into his eyes.

“Now c’mon, lets find your parents”