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Sofie settled down on one part of the isolated bleachers within the stadium, her small brown knit bag beside her and suitcase cradled between her knees.  She sat with a certain nervousness, hugging her belongings in close and twitching every time someone sat down in her general vicinity. 
"Lonely?" A smooth voice drifted down to her ears.  She startled and whipped around to look at a boy around her age, arms crossed and smirking.
"I...No?" She responded.  Her voice tinkled softly like chimes, almost seeming to silence the stadium racket for a millisecond.
"Bergson Somerset.  It's nice to meet a pretty girl like you." He held out his hand.
Sofie quickly clasped his hands with her own, giving it a soft shake before letting her palms fall from his.
"I'm...Sofie." She cradled herself.  He emanated a sort of danger, a sense of trouble that she had learned to detect before.  
His hand reached out in the space between them before they made contact with a stray strand of blonde hair hanging in front of her eyes.  He brushed it away while she stood stock still, afraid of any harm to come to her.

She needed help.