You're walking down the street through the pouring rain, holding an umbrella over your head, heading to the bus stop to wait for the bus that would take you to your college. Once you approached the stop, you see a man sitting on the bench there already. You slow your walk a bit to take in his appearance for a moment. He was wearing a rain-soaked black hoodie, with curly blond hair that framed his faintly smiling features. As you finally reach the bus stop, he glances up at you, pale blue eyes meeting yours for a moment, before he scoots over to sit on one edge so you could sit next to him instead of standing in the still pouring rain.