Snippet #2649115

Wendy was glad to hear that he agreed about going home. She usually didn't mind the rain and wouldn't have a problem being soaked to the bone, as sometimes that was her intention, but today was different. She didn't intend for it today. She watched it fall and it didn't seem that it would let up. Looking back down, she saw her umbrella broken. Wouldn't be too much to replace, besides not everyone had an umbrella now-a-days.

Looking back up to him, she watched him get out of his hoodie and he had put it on her instead. The thought hadn't fully registered in Wendy's brain but if it had, she'd refuse it and give it back. She remembered that he had asked where she lived. As she regained her thoughts a little more she came around and she mentioned her neighbourhood to him. She began to walk a bit with the boy who had found and saved her. Once out of the alley the comfort of street lights were in her presence.

"What's your name?" She asked softly. For some reason that was all her mind was focused on. She had not seen him around before, and she figured it was a bit impolite to not know his name at the very least. He did help her immensely. Wendy walked down the street a bit with the boy she had just started speaking with. As they advanced down the street, she knew her area wasn't very far off from where she was currently.