<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Kumari Sharma</strong></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Streets of Paris<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 18 (Back story--In reference to an earlier post in the present when Kumari was waiting on a text from a certain someone)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: (No One)<br/><hr/>Kumari was sitting on a curb of a Paris street with her jeans damp from the recent rain. She was half-drunk and half pissed off at the world. It was a strange happening. Usually Kumari was always about peace and being one with the universe but tonight--she just felt plain shitty. Plus she did not have enough money to catch a cab home or enough money for a metro card. Too buzzed to stand straight, Kumari sat on the cold damp ground with a frown on her face as she looked at the people that walked by--only worried about herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and considered calling for help, but she was too embarrassed to do so. Instead, she remained in her spot for twenty minutes before someone walked up to her.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"You've been sitting here on the wet road for half an hour."</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Kumari looked up to see a young man looking down at her--at first she thought it was the incubus talking to her in her sleep, but this man had light hair not dark. And his smile was cheery instead of sarcastic. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"I know. I have a watch."</span><br/><br/>The man grinned and then sat down beside Kumari, crossing his arms over his chest.<br/><br/>"This is much damper than I imagined."<br/><br/>Kumari laughed and looked at the man sideways.<br/><br/>"It is."