Cody wore a black mask as he graffitied. Most night's you would find him roaming the empty streets looking for a clean space to make his own, he felt at home on the streets. He was finishing the last letter of his piece when he heard sirens fading in, he threw his cans into his black backpack and ran to the nearest bridge, he stayed there in the dark until the sirens diminished.
Jade wore an oversized black hoodie. She wandered the streets after 12pm every night, running away from her troubles, painting away her cares.  She hid a few meters away from him and arranged her paint cans by colour as she waited in the dark.
Cody heard a sound and asked "Who's there?"
Jade heard him, scared; she began to run away.
He saw her in the shadows and ran after her "I'm not going to hurt you!"
Jade stopped, still with her back turned.
Cody walked up and stood beside her "are you OK?" ––he couldn't see her face, she kept it down.
She moved her eyes to the left and saw Cody's shoes wer