Road and Hauntingly Red Dress

The rain poured from the dark night sky, as the people in the street covered their heads with news papers and ran for a covered area. Others exiting the buildings swiftly opened their umbrellas. Standing under the street lamp across from a busy bar was a young women. She had no umbrella. She stood, letting the rain soak her to the bone. She had long brown hair, that cascaded in curls down her back. She wore a hauntingly red dress that came just above her knee and crimson lip stick to match. The dress had short sleeves, and a black ribbon around her waist, with ruffles down the skirt. Many people would walk past her and offer her cover, but she simply smiled and waved them away, never saying a word. Some time passed, and there were very little people walking down the street. The women standing under the street lamp abruptly turned and walked down the cobble stone road. She walked with the utmost of confidence as her curly bounced on her shoulders and her high heels clicked on the stone ground. She walked swifly passed an old man selling newpaper on the side of the walkway, just hiding under the corner of an balcony above.
*add diologe later* Not two blocks down the road, in a dark park lay a young man on an uncomrfatable wooden bench. He rest his head on the arm of the bench and streched his legs down to the end. He was slightly longer than the bench, so he put his feet up on the other arm. He wore black dress pants and jacket. The white shirt he had underneith was untucked and beggining to become seethrough due to the rain. Hiding under his black hat was short, sandy blond hair. He also had a red bow tie, but it was undone, and dangling around his neck. He ajusted his hat to just cover his eyes, as if to finalize his desision to not move. He sat up for just a second to take a cigarette out of his jacket pocket, and with some difficulty, bring his ligher to life. As he stuggled to light his cigarette, he thought about how much his mother detested his habit.