he stood outside in the cold rain, under an umbrella, of course. The streets were packed, like, hella packed. He eventually bumped into you– causing you to slip and fall due to the rain. "Ooh... Shit, that's my bad, you alright there, darlin'?" He asked, he had a British accent, and his voice was deep and raspy.

"Not often I bump into little cute people in the rain– also.. where is your umbrella, you're soaked!" He reached a hand out for you, you were soaked from hair to shoes.