The wind cut through even the thick sweatshirt Erin had pulled on that morning. Pulling the slightly long sleeves over her hands and burying them in the pocket in the front of the hoodie, there still seemed to be cold seeping in, chilling her down to the bone. Honestly having lived in Chicago for a few years now, you would think the young woman would either know to dress more warmly, or would have actually adapted.<br/><br/>Blond hair whipped into her face whenever she didn't walk straight into the wind. By the time she had made it to the park, she had stumbled several times when it seemed to let up, but suddenly gave a blast that nearly knocked her over. Her small frame didn't fill her pull over very well, and it nearly acted like a sail at times, threatening to pull her little weight into the air like a dead leaf still left from fall.<br/><br/>For midday, one might expect a young lady like Erin to be in one of the many colleges around the city, or working somewhere. Maybe she was on her lunch break? But she didn't seem to walk with a purpose like the many bodies flowing around her. Instead, her gait seemed like an aimless wandering. Her head stayed down to try to avoid the wind, her hood pulled up in half an attempt to keep her ears warm. She didn't even look up once until she found herself in the park, no longer really being push along by the crowd. Or, at least not as much. Taking in her surrounding with her hazel eyes, she stepped out of the way of passer-bys headed to the many restaurants or trying to get to work or wherever their lives made them go.<br/><br/>Across the busy path from where she stopped was a bench, with an odd looking man sitting on it. Well, it wasn't so much that he looked odd, as much as he simply gave the Erin the feeling of being odd. He seemed confused by his surrounding, and... himself? Maybe he had sleep walked here, or developed a sudden case of amnesia? Well, she knew better than to talk to strangers, but his dark hair and striking blue eyes seemed to draw her in, making her more and more curious about this man who seemed startled by his very existence. Carefully, clutching her messenger bag that she had slung across her shoulder tightly to her person, she approached.<br/><br/>"Um, excuse me? Are you alright?" she spoke up once she was at the other edge of the bench from the side he sat on. Maybe he was an amnesia case? She definitely heard him saying something about not remembering shortly before she gathered her courage to talk to him. "Aren't you a bit cold without any kind of jacket or something?" Her voice trembled slightly. Never in her life had Erin ever been outgoing. Usually she was reserved, the type to only speak when spoken to. This strange attraction and curiosity scared her a little. But claiming to herself that she was simply concerned her his well being. Plus, if he really was a lost as he looked, she might be able to loose him in the crowd if something went wrong and he pursued her. Pulling her bag a little tighter, she tried to swallow any nervousness that might show on her face.