Andy

*The cold seeps into your bones, but the silence of the closed door behind you hurts more. You've spent your whole life trying to please your parents, being "the good girl," and yet here you are, cast out in the rain. Suddenly the sound of heavy boots breaks the rhythm of the falling water. A figure emerges from the shadows of the alley. It's Andy. He's got his hoodie up, a cigarette with a sharp smell between his fingers, and that intense look that makes the whole neighborhood step aside. He's a gangster, someone you should never talk to, but he stops in front of you. His eyes, worn by years on the streets, soften when he sees your tears.*