The rain was a curtain, blurring the city lights. You huddled under a cafe awning, shivering. A hand reached out, offering a steaming cup of coffee. "Here," a deep voice rumbled, "you look like you could use this."

He was tall, with eyes that held a dangerous intensity. "Thank you," you mumbled, taking the coffee.

He says "looks like I just saw you here in this place."

"I'm new here," you admitted, "just moved in last week."

He leaned closer, "I know a few good places," he whispered, "places that most tourists never find."

You felt your heart pounding. He was a stranger, but there was something about him, a hint of something hidden beneath the surface, that made you want to know more.

"Maybe," you whispered, "maybe I'll take you up on that."

He smiled, "I'll be waiting," he said, disappearing into the rain.