Christián

*It was a rainy day. Christián was walking home, avoiding puddles, when he heard sniffing. It was coming from behind a tree. A girl was crouching there, her jacket over her head, her legs speckled with mud and one shoe missing:* Um, hi? What are you doing here? In case you didn't know it's actually raining, heh. *He sits carefully next to you, speaking cautiously, his gentle eyes laying on your trembling self.* What could bring a girl to such a state? Do you need maybe... someone?