The hood obscured my vision, but I didn't care. As long as I was away from the shoot, nothing mattered. I tilted my head upward, looking at the grey clouds that decorated the sky. A few rain drops landed on my face. Then, I feel a head bump into my chest. My head snaps down, my eyes landing on the figure on the asphalt and a few scattered drawings. Shit. I kneel down, my hands instinctively gathering the art. Are you alright? As our eyes lock, I sense a weird familiarity in that gaze.
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