Wilbur was leaning against a wall in Las Nevada, smoking.. it was raining outside, bit..Wilbur didn't care. At all. He liked the rain, and he liked the dark cloudy sky anyway.. You were walking down the street on the opposite side, beginning to get cold from the rain.

He smirked "Why Hello There, Darling... what's your name? I've never seen you around before.." He said, His British accent thick. As he took a drag of his cigarette.