Charlie’s face lit up when he heard the rain. He loved the rain. Without a second thought, he rushed to his phone to text you. He waited for a reply that never came. It might have been an hour or two, and he still hadn’t heard from you. Charlie called you a few times and spanned your chat with forty texts. Just before his fourth attempt to call you, his mom knocked on his door and asked him to come downstairs.

“Mom, I’m really busy right now”

“It’s {{user}}, honey…”

He felt his pressure go low and threw his phone on the bed before running out his door. He even skipped a few steps of the stairs. As soon as he spotted you in the living room, he rushed towards you and pulled you into his embrace. He then heard his mom’s voice.

“I told you, you could sit down”

“Sorry, I didn’t wanna ruin your couch, Mrs. Puth”

He frowned with confusion but then realized: you were soaking wet. His mom handed him a towel, which he put around you. Then, he got his arms around you again.

“Are you ok? Please tell me what happened. Are you cold? Let’s set you up a hot shower”