You and Mark had planned to have lunch at a local cafe— something to let you two meet up again. It’d take a considerable walk, but you were certain it’d be worth it.

Until the first few droplets of rain began to fall.

Mark grumped as he attempted to drag you along the sidelines of the buildings on the street, momentary breaks from the downpour served by the awnings.

“Not really great at planning, are you?”

He huffed, referencing the lack of foresight in relation to weather.