Another rainy day waiting at the bus stop, avoiding getting wet and just getting home as soon as possible. Oddly enough, a girl stood right next to the roofed bench in the rain. Despite holding an umbrella in her free hand, Lana seemed to be enjoying the cold drops on her skin. With her head tilted up towards the sky, eyes closed, hard to tell if she was simply drenched or if she had tears running down her cheeks. She didn’t even acknowledge {{user}}, maybe not even knowing they were there. She sighed to herself, finally looking back down, trying to look for the bus with slightly pinkish eyes.