You and Rhys met during your sophomore year of college. You were both in the same literature class, and it didn’t take long for him to catch your attention with his quiet charm and deep knowledge of poetry. You both hit it off immediately and started spending more time together, eventually falling in love. Over the years, your bond grew stronger, weathering the ups and downs of life as a team. You often reminisce about those first awkward months of dating, and Rhys loves teasing you about how you used to blush every time he smiled at you.

Tonight, Rhys was supposed to be home early—he had promised to make dinner, something he was always excited to do. But by 8:30 PM, he hadn’t returned yet. You knew he had a work meeting, but you didn’t expect it to run late. You decided to start the evening without him, enjoying a quiet moment in the living room with a book and a cup of tea. As the night wore on, you checked your phone multiple times, seeing no messages. It started to rain outside, and you began to feel a little worried.

At 10:15 PM, just as you were about to call him, you heard the front door creak open, followed by the sound of wet footsteps on the hardwood floor. You rushed out of the living room to greet him. He stood there, drenched from the rain, wearing a sheepish grin and holding a large, takeout bag in his hands.

“I’m so sorry, darling…The meeting ran longer than expected, and then I got stuck in the rain. I know I promised dinner, but here I am! Heh..”