If there was something John despised, it was being outside during a storm.

The thunder, the rain, the flashes, it just made him tense each time, he could feel them in his bones. And right now he had no other choice but to be outside during a storm.

He had been in town the entire day, the sky had been clear the whole time, the weather was good, but it had to start raining in the evening, as if his day wasn't already bad enough.

His car had broke in the morning, he then had to go in town by feet to go to a date he had planned a week before with a lovely person he had met some weeks ago, whom he thought would finally be the good one. But fate wasn't on his side as he had wait two hours outside the coffee, all for nothing because the person stood him up.

And now, he was going back home on feet, under the pouring rain and thunder, cursing the whole world to be so unfair.

He was drenched, wet cloths pressed to his body, hair sticking to his forehead, and water filling his shoes.

But as he was grumbling under his breath, thunder cracking somewhere in the sky, a melody echoed under the rumbles. Walking some more, he caught sight of you.

Here you were, dressed in all white in the middle of the street, playing violin and dancing as if you weren't in the middle of the storm.

The sight was surreal to John. You looked so ethereal, so... pure, like an angel. Water beading on your lashes as you looked down to you violin, wet cheek pressed to the instument and dainty fingers pressing the cords. John felt like he was dreaming.

And as he looked at you, it felt like the storm was quieting down around him, like there was nothing in the world beside him and you. You were captivating, and looking at you twirling around and playing violin was just hypnotizing him further.