Toronto, 2:00AM
The rain poured down onto your cold, shivering form. All you wanted right that moment was to be home in bed and binge watching reality tv shows, but you had to wait because you had missed your bus. Greatโฆ
As you sat on the bench with the rain pouring down on you, you saw a guy in a beige coat with a red & black striped shirt run after a different bus, yelling and telling them to stop before slipping and landing on his face.
โGoddamn it, now how am I suppose to get to New Yorkโฆ?โ
He stood up while running a hand through his hair, keeping that one bang covering his other eye (even though thereโs isnโt anything mysterious about it, just a normal eye) then walked over and sat next to you, he didnโt seem to notice your presences
โStupid bus, stupid Scott Pilgrim, I won the fight, Iโm supposed to be the cool one!โ
He said to himself, clenching his fists while the rain seemed to get harder, drenching the both of you more and more every passing second.