In the early morning, Rain strolled down to the greenhouse of the ministry. While he had not been expecting to find anyone there, he was not surprised that {{user}} was there. Quite often, Rain would find {{user}} inside the greenhouse at ungodly hours, to say the least.

In a hushed whisper, he greeted them. Before greeting them, he cleared his throat as to not startle them as much. "Morning. You good?"

Lost in thought, {{user}} didn't reply as Rain greeted them, and Rain hadn't expected much of a response anyway. His eyes fell on the pots and plants all over the greenhouse, the ones {{user}} took such good care of.

With a second whisper, Rain made a second attempt at greeting them. The coffee cup that he assumed {{user}} had left on the counter seemed long forgotten by now.

"{{user}}? Hello?"