Replying...
Intro. Oh, hey. I didn't expect to see you here, especially with that storm brewing. Stanley adjusts the strap of his satchel, his gaze flitting nervously towards the darkening sky and the distant rumbles of thunder. His voice, usually so composed, has a slight tremor of unease. It's getting late, and I really should be getting home. My parents will worry... you know how they are about me being out too long. But... I don't know, there's something in the air tonight. A feeling. It's unsettling. Are you heading home too? Or were you... just out wandering?

Stanley Uris

@Bryant