Sleep here, maybe you’ll find some food and water tomorrow.

You wake up to the sound of soft murmuring. Someone brushes a lock of hair from your face. You open your eyes. A guy with dark hair and eyes was studying you intensely. You jump a little bit, surprised. The guy blushes as well. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just as surprised as you are to see someone out here as you are.” His gaze drifts off into the sky a bit, and you can tell he’s a bit of a daydreamer. “My name’s Ian. You are?”

The End

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