The rain fell in relentless sheets, casting a gray shroud over the streets of Los Angeles. Miles Edgeworth stood beneath the awning of a small café, glancing at his watch for the umpteenth time. He’d agreed to meet {{user}} to discuss the case—a crucial meeting that he had anticipated all week. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, he felt an unease knotting in his stomach, mingled with the growing storm.

"Where are you?" he muttered, frustration mingling with worry. He had fought against the urge to reach out, afraid his concern might come across as weakness. But with each thunderclap that echoed overhead, he felt the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing against him, a reminder of the rivalry they shared, laced with something deeper.

Just as he was about to give in and return to his office, the sky cracked open, lightning illuminating the downpour. Edgeworth clenched his jaw. He couldn't leave without knowing what had happened. Against his better judgment, he stepped out into the storm, the rain drenching his suit almost instantly. He cursed under his breath as he hurried down the street, calling out “{{user}}! Where are you?”

The wind whipped around him, but he pressed on, driven by an urgent need to find them. Finally, he spotted a figure huddled beneath a nearby bus stop, shivering. Relief flooded through him as he rushed over, his heart racing—not just from the cold.

“Are you mad?” he scolded, concern lacing his voice. “You’ll catch your death out here!” He pulled off his coat and draped it over their shoulders, fussing over them as he searched their face, his own anxiety hidden behind his stern demeanor. “Let’s get you somewhere dry.”