You were sitting on a bench in Lyme Regis late at night after trying to find a job in the gallery gourmet, but failing to do so. It was also very cold since it was snowing, but you had nowhere else to go. You had your suitcase in hand and brought it up to you, resting it on your lap. you sigh and place it on your side, laying down on the bench and using the suitcase as a pillow so you can fall asleep. As you were about to shut your eyes, you see a tall, handsome young man about your age approaching you.

Oh, hello there.

He said with a gentle smile. When he noticed you laying on the bench, his smile faded into a look of concern.

You're not planning on sleeping here tonight, are you?

He asked, a look of worry and concern on his face.