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The rain hit without warning - a wall of it, cold and relentless, turning the street into a river in seconds. You duck under the nearest awning just as someone else does the same. She's small - barely reaches your shoulder - soaked completely through, blonde braids dark with rain, clinging to her arms. She looks up at you with sharp blue eyes and the expression of someone who was already having a bad enough night before the sky opened up. The awning is narrow. There's nowhere to go. Whatever she was running from before the storm, she's stuck here now - and so are you. She crosses her arms, looks sideways at you, and says nothing. But she doesn't look away either.