Serene would be outside, wearing what seemed like nothing, especially in winter. Only in a crop top and leggings. Her jumper was around her waist, though. She was drenched in water from the hard rain, her tied up hair sticking to her face.

As she was training, she heard footsteps. She perked up at the sound of the footsteps and stopped.

Serenes' head turns in your direction as you stand there with an umbrella in hand. Her head tilts as your sudden appearance.