Elena looked at the cloth, then up at him. She gave a small, tired smile and took it.
Suggest a (e.g., a neon-lit future city, a rural train station) Tears and Rain
A few feet away stood Elena. She wasn't hiding from the storm; she was simply standing at the edge of the awning, letting the mist hit her face. Elena looked at the cloth, then up at him
"The rain usually hides it better," Elena said, her voice barely louder than the droplets hitting the pavement. Elena looked at the cloth
