Aron peered through the rain, stumbling along he lamented his misfortune to himself. Only an hour before, he had been peering through warm shop windows with Layla...
A tree dropped a branch full of water over his blonde head and shocked the blushing smile from his face that had appeared in the remembrance of his date. His date! And he'd gotten himself lost too...
He looked up, his face lighting up as he saw a figure standing in the rain.
Without pausing to think, he ran forward out of the thicket and toward the red-haired boy, "Hi! Hey, do you think you could give me a hand!?"
He got closer, and just when he was thinking, "Maybe he knows where I am! Who knows, he could even be able to give me directio-" his toe caught on a rock and he tripped, slamming face-first into the ground at the boy's feet.
What is once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?