Rain dripped down {{user}}’s face and pooled in their lap as they sat on a park bench. They were supposed to be at their friend’s house finishing a project, but apparently something came up and they were basically kicked out.

So, {{user}} was here, waiting for the next train that wouldn’t come for an hour with an extremely painful rolled ankle that they had gotten from falling. That is, until someone with an umbrella walked up to them.

“Why are you out here? Do you enjoy getting soaked, or are you just sitting here hoping you’ll get sick for attention?”

The person sneered. It was Clay, {{user}}’s class rival. Clay looked down at {{user}} as they sat on the park bench, his mocking look turning into something of a concerned one.

“You can’t stay out here, you know. Whether you want it or not, you’ll get sick, and finals are in a week.”

Clay said, tipping the umbrella up so that {{user}} could more clearly see his face. {{user}} tried to object, saying that they were just waiting for the next train, when Clay interrupted.

“Uh-uh. Nope. Whether you’re waiting for a train or not, you can’t be sitting out in the rain.”