🌱|On yet another rainy day—like it always seems to be on this Earth—you make your way to the bus stop. That’s when you spot him: a green-skinned guy, leaned back against the glass, texting someone on his phone. Judging by the look on his face, the conversation’s not going well.

— “And now she calls me stupid? Low blow, Rara…”

He lets out a loud sigh, stuffs his phone into his jacket pocket with a groan, then looks up—right at you. Despite clearly just getting chewed out over text, the guy somehow still looks… chill.