Lost.
It was raining and Halle was lost. Ridiculously lost. This wasn't entirely a bad thing as the rain drowned out the noises swimming around his ears. He wondered what became of the text message he sent. He had found the number scribbled out on an out-of-place post-it note stuck to a broken light post and thought, why the hell not and sent a little heart.
He was surprised to get a reply, a thank you. That made him smile. Every now and then he'd stop and look at the text (he hadn't really talked to anyone in quite awhile) and not look where he was going. Not that it mattered, he was lost anyways.
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Simon had at one point stuffed his phone into his pocket, just as it started raining, more out of the want to keep the electronic device in working condition. He had his hood up, feeling his clothes start to weigh down a bit.
The brunet's eyes ran over the surrounding area, absentmindedly readjusting the strap to his bag. He paused once he caught sight of someone heading his direction, slipping his left hand into his back pocket for his switchblade. Best to be safe and have himself ready in case he got attacked.
Simon rose a brow after a moment, seeing that the other male wasn't looking where he was going. A bit lost, perhaps. Swallowing, he let go of his weapon and pulled his hand out of his pocket.
"Hey." he called out, trying to get the man's attention.