The streets were slick, puddles reflecting streetlights, and every step was a clumsy shuffle to stay under the meager cover. But somehow, even half-soaked and giggling, it felt… perfect. For Castorice. For {{user}}.

"You know what? We're going to catch a cold anyway, so..." She stopped abruptly, almost stepping into {{user}} to stand in front of her.

"I've always wanted to dance in the rain with someone special. Will you dance with me, my angel?" She said softly with an shy smile.