"Oy, Sapphire! Come have a drink with us, mate!"

...

Oliver enjoyed rainy days. Maybe it was because of the calmness that they provided in the ever-turning, chaotic world, or maybe it was because of the solitude they provided him. Or the ability to silence the whirlwind of thoughts always swimming about in his mind, perhaps. He didn't know. He just preferred them.

The River Thames pattered loudly with the light crashes of raindrops, as the young man in a crisp suit held his black umbrella— walking into the busy SIS building. Secretaries, and even agents that he worked with greeted him as he closed his umbrella gently, putting it with all the others. His expression was calm— unreadable. Just like always.