Send me a ☓ and I will generate a number for what the situation in which our muse’s first meeting will be.
Number Generated: 5 (Getting caught in the rain together, Lina offering to share an umbrella.)
   She'd only gone out for a few minutes, just long enough to walk down the street to get something for dinner- her previous attempt at cooking something more than just noodles or rice hadn't exactly gone according to plan, but back up was only five minutes away thank god. Yet today was obviously not her day at all, because the wall of dark grey clouds had finally decided to give in to the rains wishes to fall to earth. It it fell fast. Within seconds, before she could juggle the bag of hot food enough to reach of umbrella swiftly, she was soaked through.
   Finally landing her hand on the elusive umbrella, she forced it open. In her haste poking one of its prongs into some poor passerby's head.
   "Oh crap, I'm so sorry!" she apologized the instant she felt the umbrella make contact. "I didn't have a clue you were there, it just sort of popped open." Her eyes fell on the man she had inflicted her umbrella attack upon, noticed his lack of coat, his completely soaked form complete with drips clinging to his face. Lina was well aware she was possibly rambling and that the stranger probably wanted to run as far from her as he could get, but she couldn't just let him stand there. Even if it meant her fried chicken would get cold. She lifted the umbrella higher to accommodate for his height. "Here. A gesture of goodwill?" she offered with a smile. "You're getting drenched. Let me walk with you for a bit."Â
