It was raining. It was cold. It was dark.
Frederich was outside, in the terrible rain, sitting on a bench. Waiting. Not because he wanted to, but because he had missed the bus. It was a nice, long two hour wait now.
Frederich was outside, in the terrible rain, sitting on a bench. Waiting. Not because he wanted to, but because he had missed the bus. It was a nice, long two hour wait now.