The rain poured down in sudden sheets, drumming against the pavement as you sprinted across the street. Your hair clung to your cheeks, clothes soaked through by the time you ducked under the awning of a quiet café.

After a bit a car suddenly rolled to a slow stop by the curb. The window slid down, revealing Rafayel leaning an elbow against the door, his dark purple hair damp and glistening.

“You’re going to catch a cold out here."

He said, his voice calm but with a hint of a smile.

You hesitated, then jogged to the car, climbing inside. The warm air hit your skin instantly. Rafayel reached into the back seat, pulling out a soft, oversized shirt and handing it to you.

“Here. You’ll freeze if you stay like that.”

You took it, glancing at him as droplets slid down your wrist.

“You just carry spare clothes around?”

He chuckled quietly, turning the heater up a notch.

“Only for emergencies like this.”

You slipped the shirt on over your wet clothes, the fabric warm from the car’s interior.

Rafayel’s gaze lingered for a moment before he looked back at the road, his expression softening.

“It suits you,” He murmured.