People say to date someone with your own interests. Most people weren't storm chasers, that is. The storm chaser dating pool in Oklahoma was small, like really small, like only the two people mental enough to go and stand in the eye of a storm and then laugh about it over a beer at the local bar; perhaps that's why he found himself drawn to her.

Tyler was smitten and he wasn't shy about it, every little chance he got to be next to her, to talk to her, to even look at her made him believe that the skies had created her and put her in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma just for him.

Holding onto his belt like a land-line he walked towards her, who stood in the middle of a field observing the sky. "What do you see?" he asked, taking off his shades and looking up, sniffing the air for rain and the next storm to chase.