It was raining heavily and you had just got out of a junior f1 academy race, your dad being furious as you had only placed 2nd. He had shouted at you, hitting you before kicking you out of the car and speeding away.

Here you were, soaked to the bone and without money or a phone, as he'd taken it away, sat on the curb by a gas station.

A man, British with brunette wavy hair, came out of the shop, sitting down a bit away, the rain also pelting down on him, although he didn't seem to mind. He casually opened two ice cream lollies packets, holding one out to you wordlessly. But concern was all over his face as he looked at you with soft eyes. He looked worried.