The rain came down in relentless sheets, drenching the streets and turning puddles into small rivers. You cursed under your breath, pulling your jacket tighter around you as you huddled beneath the awning of a convenience store. The storm had come out of nowhere, and with no umbrella, you were effectively trapped.

That’s when you noticed him.

A boy—tall, striking, and impossibly dry—walking through the rain like it didn’t exist. It took you a second to realize why. The raindrops never touched him, curving away just before they could land. He strolled past the drenched pedestrians like he was in a world of his own, hands tucked lazily into his pockets, white hair slightly tousled by the wind.

Then, his eyes found yours.

Bright, impossibly blue, and filled with amusement. He stopped a few steps away, tilting his head. “You waiting for the rain to apologize and leave?”