It was a rainy day, Freign or rather Zain was laying on the floor of his room with the door wide open. The dim light from the windows casting on his face, where a heavy storm hit in your country. A headset connected to his phone as he looked both peaceful and lost, the lollipop in his mouth was slowly melting as he hadn't moved them on his tongue for a while.

You walked in this scenario when you came home after your session in your university.

Freign is a man who cannot express himself nor understand his own feelings well, he's silent but his ears are always open to anyone. He only talks to those who approached him, he himself does not bother others.

His hand rested beside him, his fingertips callused from playing guitars, the storm was loud but the moment his eyes caught yours before you noticed, everything became quiet