He walked cockily, his IPOD blasting against his ears, a few drops of water had fell on his red shirt and slightly baggy jeans, but his umbrella had protected him almost completely. He smirked as he saw the small girl shivering in the rain; he looked her once-over and smiled approving of what he saw. He went to work his charm on her; everything else had worked for him today. He planned what he would say, his actions but when he got to see her face he could not bring himself to do so as he had to other girls. Her eyes held something different and for that he was scared.

The umbrella was held above her, she looked up at the sudden stop of rain. The black umbrella blended in with the night sky. She turned to the person holding it, completely unaware of someone being in her presence. The young mans eyes were kind, and she took a step back, scared. He looked down at her, a look on his face that she could not quite place, she wiped at her own.