You’re standing out in the rain. Your parents kicked you out. You didn’t know where to go, you had no where to go. So you just stood outside with your bag getting soaked. When suddenly, a boy comes up to you. He looks your age. He walks over to you and holds his umbrella over you.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He’s looking at you while smiling.

“Yeah.” You respond.

“Why are you out here?” He asks.