“You want to be left alone?” Dave questions, repeating back way you said to him in utter confusion. He was patrolling the streets when he found you alone in the rain. Your clothes had been soaked through, your hair drenched in the cold, and you were shivering in the harsh New York rain.

He sighs, looking down at you with a slight frown at your stubbornness. “Look, I know I’m a stranger, but it’s the middle of the night. I can’t just… leave you.” He insists.