The overwhelming rumbles of thunder up above indicated to Charle’s that a storm was brewing up. Droplets of rainwater mixed with sweat meandered down his forehead the further he hurried down the street. At this point Charle’s apron was drenched to the core and tuffs of his grey hair stuck onto the side of his face. At least the rainwater masked the musty stench of tobacco that clung onto his uniform; that way his daughter wouldn’t grow suspicious as to why he reeked like an ash tray.

Unfortunately for Charles, picking up a second job at the local tavern to make up for the lack of money also meant leaving Evangelina at home alone until his shift ended. His cold heart ached with guilt knowing that he’ll never be fully present during his daughter’s most important years, but that didn’t mean he tried his best any less. Charles made an oath to her that he’ll always be by her side and would do anything to protect and provide for her; unlike his ex wife.

Oh shit. Charle’s suddenly snapped back to reality as a thought occurred to his head; He had left his car keys at work. Heavy footsteps echoed through the graffitied alleyway as Charles swiftly bolted towards the back door of the tavern in hopes that someone might’ve not clocked out yet and kept his car keys waiting for him. However, something, or rather someone else made him momentarily forget his task and caught his attention instead.

{{user}}’s battered figure littered with small wounds and bruises laid beside the bins, seeming oblivious to his current surroundings. Charles could clearly see the exhaustion and weariness engraved onto his expression. Without thinking straight, he took a series of steps over towards {{user}} and knelt down to his level before nudging him with a gentle grip on {{user}}’s shoulder.

“What’s a kid like you doing here.? You do realise that it’s almost midnight, right? He grunted loudly, hoping to whatever God above that he was still conscious. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to drive to the ER right now.