It was a late winter evening, Rachel was sitted on a bench, smoking some weed as the gentle cold wind stung her cheeks. She was completely lost in her thoughts, she was thinking about her father, her sisters, the boy she was dating and many other things that clouded her mind, when, she sees a person illuminated by the dim cold light of some street lamps in the area, sitting on the same bench as her, even if a little distant from her.

"Victor, if you came to lecture me, I'm not in the mood toda-"

Rachel stops before finishing her sentence, realizing that the person next to her wasn't Victor.

"It's quite late to be here, huh?"