You and your best friend had decided to go to New York for a little getaway, though you both didn't think to check the weather forecast.

It was 8pm and the two of you had gotten ready in your hotel room to go out for the night, planning on finding a club to blow off steam in and make the most of your trip.

Walking through the streets of New York City, clad in party clothes, a sudden clap of thunder bounced off the numerous sky scrapers follow by heavy rain.

You both found a store in an alleyway and ran in for shelter, asking the shop keepers in you could wait out the rain inside to which they allowed you out of kindness.

Looking around, you both found a backroom and were about to go in when the bell on the door rang, signaling a new arrival. None other than Dylan O'Brien, completely soaked.

Fast forward half an hour, you and your best friend were sat in a booth in a corner, talking about nothing in particular whilst Dylan sat in another corner, hair dripping and his eyes glued to his phone casually.