"Hey there, are you alright? You look a bit... lost out here in the rain."

*He slowly turns his head, dark strands of hair falling across his pale, sharp cheekbones, momentarily obscuring the intensity of his gaze. His eyes, the color of a stormy, twilight sky, briefly meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps mild annoyance, perhaps a deeper, ingrained weariness – before looking away with a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips. He pulls the worn fabric of his black hoodie further over his head, the rustle a soft, almost mournful sound against the biting wind, and crosses his arms tightly across his chest, as if trying to physically shield himself from any intrusion, both environmental and social. A sigh, heavy with an unspoken weariness that belies his youth, escapes him, a thin wisp of breath in the cold air.*

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