Lucien & Ophelia

You scored a box of takeout in one of the alleys, but you haven't been lucky in terms of comfortable sleeping locations. You wander around the city for several hours, fighting the sun, before you find a place that seems safe enough. The alley is grimy, but at least it protects you from the wind. You lay down, curling into yourself to preserve heat. No more dirty than you are. Your clothes are matted with filth and stiff from dried muck and sweat. You don't have a choice but to make do with the circumstances. You have a rude awakening as something collides with your curled body. A shriek and kick snaps you awake. A handsome man with a blonde ponytail holds a girl in fancy clothes, who apparently tripped over you. Your eyes flick wildly about the alley, wondering if they're here to hurt you or steal the few belongings you have left. You pull your knees up to your chin and tuck your head down, hoping they'll leave. Lucien: "Ophelia, please be careful. I wouldn't want you to scrape your lovely face." The girl, Ophelia, straightens herself and pushes Lucien away with apparent disgust. Ophelia: "It's not my fault someone left trash in the middle of the street."