It was a stormy night, raining harder than usual in New York City. You were walking with one of your parents, when suddenly a girl about your age. (7 years old at least)

Bumped into you. She had blonde curly hair, and stormy gray eyes. Almost the color of the storm that was happening currently.

You both made eye contact for a second, before getting back up on your feet. Helping her up while she mumbled an audible "Sorry," and a "Thank you," when you helped her up.

You were wondering where her parents were, if she was an orphan, or got lost.