Fuck, no. Grey clouds came together in the sky, gathering above the tall buildings of New York City and trying to ruin the last hours of Dominic's day. Like it's been so great already...
Dom sighed as he felt the first drops of rain fall on his cheek, and thought about his job again. No wait, his previous job. At least this morning he still had one. He longed back to that moment where he didn't know what was going to happen yet, this horrible day. He groaned. Lost my fucking job at day 5. What will ever become of me?!
'Taxi!' Dom screamed and held out his hand. It didn't matter. The car drove by him at full speed, leaving a trail of unhappy people with umbrellas behind on the sidewalk. The rain became heavier and people hurried towards their cars, their homes, their family.
Dominic stayed still, let the rain wash over his face and thought about life. What's next? he thought, hopelessly. I've been fired three times now, in less than five years. How am I gonna pay the rent like this?
He hated himself as tears started to fill his eyes and mixed with the drops of rain running down his cheeks. His hair was soaked, his coat leaked and he was standing still as a statue, on the middle of the sideway. People hurriedly walked past him, some looking behind to see if he may have been frozen. They shrugged and walked on, home. Where am Í going?
'You need a hand, darling?' a creepy voice suddenly asked. Dom froze and looked to his right. An old lady stood next to him, her coat a weird mix of different fabrics patched over a strange looking brown.
Dom sniffed and straightened his spine. 'N...no, thank you. That's very kind of you, but thanks.' The woman shrugged. 'Your choice honey,' she sang whilst shuffling away. Dominic looked her go and turned around. I should really go home now. It's getting late.
'Hey you,' he heard a man's voice. Hoping it was not addressed at him, Dom kept walking forward. He held in his breath, hoping the man would disappear. 'Hellooooo?' the voice shouted a bit louder.
Shit.
Dominic turned around and looked at a short - but short men can still be dangerous - but handsome looking man. His fancy clothes looked expensive, but most importantly: dry. The umbrella he held was big, and would provide enough shelter for two...
The man raised his eyebrows. 'What are you still doing standing over there? Aren't you ... cold?' His voice was teasing and Dom shivered. 'Y...yeah, I guess.'
'Then come over here. I don't know which way you're going but you gotta get out of this part of New York.'
He's probably right, Dom thought and hesitated. A shiver went through his spine again when a drop of rain fell exactly in his coat, on his neck and started gliding down his back. He stopped thinking and walked towards the small stranger. He tried to avoid his blue eyes and muffled a 'thank you.'
The man giggled. 'Don't worry, I'll walk you home. It's not the worst crime.'
Dominic suddenly felt at ease and smiled back at him. 'Thank you,' he clearly said and looked at the man's eyes. They were bright and full of joy, of hope. He needed that. 'Thank you.'
