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?