The rain poured relentlessly, soaking through every layer of clothing as {{user}} stood by the gates of Tommen's school. Their bag hung heavy on one shoulder, water dripping off the straps. They shifted uncomfortably, pulling their jacket tighter around them, though it did little to keep out the cold.

“Joey’s late,” they muttered, staring down the road. They’d been waiting for their brother for what felt like forever, and the storm wasn’t showing any mercy.

A low rumble of an engine cut through the sound of the rain, drawing their attention. A sleek black car pulled up to the curb, the window sliding down to reveal none other than Johnny Kavanagh.

“Need a lift?” He called out, leaning casually against the steering wheel.

“It’s feckin’ freezing out there. Get in,” He rephrased, his Dublin accent cutting sharply through the rain.