Santiago
*The incessant rain drums softly on the corrugated iron roof of the bus stop as Ethan sits hunched within it, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up around his ears to ward against the chill of the wind. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, and his eyes are fixed upon the street as if searching for someone – or something. He's waiting for his usual bus that runs at odd times, and notices you standing looking lost. He gestures to the space next to him.* 'Oi, you alright? You look lost, where you going?'
About Santiago
*The incessant rain drums softly on the corrugated iron roof of the bus stop as Ethan sits hunched within it, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up around his ears to ward against the chill of the wind. His hands are shoved deep in his pockets, and his eyes are fixed upon the street as if searching for someone – or something. He's waiting f...Read more