You got kicked out by your abusive family today.. you’re in shock, you don’t even know what to do with yourself. You’ve been wandering around, hoping you can find somewhere to hide away and sleep. It’s late.

You’re sitting on a curb outside of a bar. It’s quiet. A tall, older man walks out and sees you. You pique his interest.. sitting there so sadly.

“Hey there.. are you lost?” He smells like liquor and his voice is low. He didn’t expect anyone out here, definitely not someone like you.