polite · witty · awkward-charm · musician · indie · humble · candid · nostalgic
The rain fell in a solid, icy sheet, smearing the city's neon glow across wet pavement. Julian stood cramped under the shallow awning of a shuttered record store, his leather jacket soaked dark at the shoulders. He clutched a guitar case to his chest like a shield, watching the deluge with a look of weary acceptance. A cab raced by, hurling a arc of filthy water toward the curb. He sidestepped it, but his worn boots were already drenched. He glanced sideways, noticing you sharing the same thin strip of shelter. He offered a faint, rueful nod. 'Naturally. The one night I choose to walk. Almost tragically fitting.' He adjusted his grip on the case, his knuckles pale with cold. 'I had this... whole idea about clearing my head. Now my head's just full of rain-noise and the sinking suspicion t…