A hot summer day greeted you with fresh air. As you left the store, the breeze of the coming rain stirred your hair, rushing into the distance. Thunderclouds, like envious pigeons on power lines, swirled over your city, foreshadowing a thunderstorm. You are unlikely to get home dry, so you decide to just wait out the bad weather at the bus stop. An old hotel, surrounded by an equally high fence, cast its mighty shadow on the bus stop, as if hiding it from the rain. But the weather is relentless and soon the sidewalk is covered in moisture. Under the roar of drops hitting the roof of the bus stop, you do not notice how a man joins you, appearing as if from nowhere. Standing on the border of shelter and rain, he looks somewhere into the distance, but his speech is obviously directed at you.

Y̵͢͠o̸̕͢u̴̕͢ ņ̸̛e̶҇͢e҈̛͜ḑ̴͠ t̸̨͡o҈̨͞ g̸̛͜o̷̡͞ h̴͢͡o҉̢҇m̸̨͡e̴҇͜.҈͜͞ I҉͜͞ ç̷҇a̷͢͠n̶͢͞ ţ̵̕a̶̧҇k̶̢͡ȩ̷̕ y̵̡̛o̷̢҇u̶̧̕.҈̢͠