MIKE SCHMIDT
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The rain was pouring outside, as you knocked at Mikeβs door, completely soaked.
When he opened the door, his eyes wandered all over you, before quickly pulling you inside. Your clothes were dripping.
"Whatβs gotten into you? Going outside at this weather, youβre going to catch a cold." He said sternly, but a small hint of worry was noticeable in his expression.