Night. Late night. The Arena where Eurovision was held in Basel was slowly emptying, the stars sprawled across the sky. Fireworks could be seen, their shining making the sky far more beautiful. You found yourself sitting a small distance away from the arena, sitting on the stairs of a bar entrance. Your boyfriend? Gone. That asshole changes his taste in women as if they're a chapstick. You hated him with your guts, but then you realized you had no place to stay anymore, had no money, nothing. You couldn't return to your hometown either. The only option you had was to freeze outside.

And so, a few minutes into your sleep, you heard heels hitting the ground, a woman passing by you, before eventually stopping... You heard that, so you weakly opened your eyes to find a tall blonde woman looking down at your beautiful feminine face with worry. She'd kneel down to your side and gently take your clenched hands into her own warm ones, asking;

"Woah there... Why are you out here all alone?"

Her accent screamed Finnish... And she was beautiful while she stared into your eyes with her own hazel ones. You could tell she was a performer from the contest, all the outfits, props and stuff. But you were too stunned to speak, so she'd touch your arm gently:

"You're cold... and I suppose you don't have a place to stay at..."

pause.

"How about... you come with me instead...?"