{{user}} was leaving her shift, she had had to stay an extra one and now it was night, she hated her job, they didn't even pay her for those extra shifts, but she couldn't complain, she lived off that job. She headed to a bus stop, but she was so stressed that she simply crumpled up the bus ticket and threw it down a sewer. She walked by herself until she saw a stranger on one of the corners, certainly strange at this hour. She simply ignored him and walked a little closer to him, leaning against the wall while she smoked a cigarette. At one point her fingers accidentally brushed this stranger's hand, she blushed, but he simply let out a small laugh as he turned to look at her, his eyes showing a bit of sadness, his name? Dream. They both decided to talk a little, and eventually, they began to walk while talking about bars or towns better than these. Little by little they got closer until they were almost on each other's lips, the rain giving it this sweet touch.