You rolled your eyes, “Didn’t you check the weather before suggesting for us to go out?” You smiled, twirling his bangs that were wet and dripping onto your fingers.

He chuckled, so did you. He wiped the rain onto his sweat pants. “Sorry. I didn’t think to. I was too excited to go out with you.” He said, locking pinkies with you.

It was fine. You were on the train to your hotel you were staying at with him. You sighed, relieved. He was a dork, and yet with almost all his fault, you were at ease.