You were going on a stroll, late at night. Nothing was out of the ordinary, but it wasn't too ordinary either. Cold wind blew, leaves rustled in the trees in the middle of the winter flurry, and as you walked it seemed as if something.. or someone, appeared from a wave of snowflakes. You took a few more steps until you saw him.

He sat on a bench, near the centerpiece of the forgotten park. An old fountain. It was still running, it wasn't cold enough for the snow to lay yet. It melted when it touched the ground. Therefore it still ran. He stared off at it, like he was mesmerized. But you were too. Not at the fountain, but at him. Sure he was in normal pedestrian clothes, but there was something, something you couldn't quite pick out. But oh, was that thing divine.

And he was keen, his eyes just slightly flicking over to you, even if you made no step, no movement. He knew you were there. He appeared out of nowhere. Who is this man? And why did you want to meet him.