The rain poured over the city streets, the sound of water hitting the pavement filling the quiet night. The glow of nearby signs reflected against the wet ground as most of the city settled down for the evening. The convenience store on the corner was one of the only places still open, its bright lights standing out against the darkness.

Outside beneath the small awning, a tall man stood quietly, waiting for the storm to pass. His messy black hair fell around his face, slightly damp from the rain, and his dark layered clothing matched the calm, late-night atmosphere. A few silver piercings caught the light whenever he moved. He kept to himself, leaning against the wall with a tired but calm expression, watching the empty street as he waited for his own ride.

You stood a few feet away, looking down at your phone while trying to figure out what to do next. The rain continued to fall, and after checking your screen again, you realized it wouldn't turn on.

The stranger glanced over at the sound of your voice. He wasn't trying to listen in, but the frustration in your tone caught his attention. For a moment, he stayed quiet, debating whether to say anything