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It's a windy winter evening in Italy.

I look up into the cloudy sky as a strong wind blows through me. 'Shit, it looks like it's gonna rain. I don't have my jacket or my umbrella.' I'll just have to hope I make it home in time before the rain starts.

I keep a steady pace on the sidewalk, gazing at the bare trees and shivering at the chilly wind. I need to get home.

I hear a loud rumble and start running as fast as I can. Feeling fatigue, I sit down on a bench. As soon as I do, the rain finally starts. It's fast and plentiful; its ice-cold temperature pierces my face. It's starting to get dark, and in the rainy, cold city, it's not ideal.

I keep running down the streets and alleyways, not really paying attention to my surroundings at this point. The darker it gets, the more I start to panic. As I'm running, I trip on a ledge on the sidewalk, crashing onto the frigid wet ground as the rain continues to pour. In this darkness, I don't even know where I am.

I hear footsteps coming from the house I'm laying outside of.

"[Y/N]? What are you doing out here?" The person says.

"How do you know my name?" My body still facing the ground. "Who are you?"

I start to get up and look at the person standing over me.

"Who do you think I am?" He chuckles.

"Mista!!" I exclaim and jump into his arms, "You don't know how happy I am to see you!! I thought you were just some creep!"

"Yeah, yeah," he pats my back with his hand. "Let's go inside. You're getting my clothes wet."

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"Go take a shower or something. I'll go get you some clothes." Mista says as he hands me a towel.

As if it wasn't already cold enough outside, I can practically feel myself freeze up as I step into Mista's bathroom. While I wait for the water to warm up, I wrap the towel around me for warmth. I smile, It has the sweet, recognizable sent of Mista. It was almost as if he was right there hugging me.

I come out of the bathroom smelling the appetizing sent of a home-cooked meal.

"Mista!!" I yell from the bathroom door. "Where'd you put the clothes I'm gonna wear?"

"Just go in my room and grab whatever you think is comfortable!!" I heard him shout from the kitchen, "While you're at it, grab a blanket!"

I walk into his room, completely lost. 'I've never been inside Mista's room before,' I think as I look around for a cabinet where his sweaters would probably be. Finally, finding a comfortable, grey CELINE sweater and some pajama shorts. I look at it through the mirror, 'Isn't Celine a designer brand!?'

"Hey [Y/N], hurry up," Mista says from the doorway, "Your food is gonna get cold."

"Oh yeah, I'm coming. Just let me grab that blanket you wanted," I reply as he walks away from the door.