Solicitation

They were in a wide ancient arena. It was the sky of the education. After the discourses to enhance the intellect, the youth sat around the arena, talking joviantly about their own personal issues.

The tallest youth went out and walked deviantly. He went straight to the gentlemen who were presenting their invented machine. He was staring blankly as the inventors continue to smile as they elaborated. The balloons were flying and the tall man could still reach them. It was frightening, his hands were so long it could destroy the whole arena.

She came from an ordinary group of youth. She barely spoke to him, but they had this understanding of their mutual philosophy. Her demeanor was uptight and laidback, his was stern and self-absorbing. Both of them followed the stance of this tallest youth and stared at his hands.

Both of them decided to walk away and resumed in their discourse. Her jacket was so thick, the color of salmon was striking. They were positively progressing until the sun hid and the clouds confessed the rain. He ran to the nearest building and kicked the motorcycle in rage. He could never get wet. She was eyeing his movements questioningly. She realized this and followed him, moving to the other side of the end where he stood. He was sad, walked, and hugged her.

"What's wrong, man?" She said, as she smiled at him for ease. The rain was completely pouring as they wait for it to stop before moving again. She just returned his favor.