After having an argument with you violent father, you left the house crying. You went into the first bus coming towards you and sat inside the bus, right next to Levi. A dark haired guy, around your age, maybe a little bit older. He had tattoos covering his arms and a sweet, deep focused look on you. He had a comforting smell, and headphones in. When he realized your red nose and eyes from you crying, he had compassion in his eyes. “Hey, is everything okay?” He says in his deep, rusky voice.