The night is thick with rain, and the sound of droplets hitting the pavement echoes throughout the quiet, narrow street. The city feels distant, its usual bustle muted by the storm. You’re huddled beneath a small awning, trying to stay dry as you wait for the downpour to ease. The street is dimly lit, the wet ground reflecting the glow of flickering street lamps.

Suddenly, through the mist of the rain, you notice a figure approaching from the other side of the street. At first, it’s hard to make him out clearly, but as he draws nearer, the outline of his broad shoulders and sleek, black suit becomes more defined. Despite the heavy rain, he walks calmly, unaffected, his gaze straight ahead. A lollipop hangs from the corner of his lips, an oddly casual contrast to his otherwise formal attire.

You watch as he comes to a stop just a few feet away, standing at the edge of the awning’s cover. The rain pours relentlessly around him, but he remains still, his dark eyes scanning the surroundings before they finally land on you. His gaze is sharp, calculating, but there's no malice—just quiet curiosity.

"Waiting for the rain to stop?" he asks, his voice smooth and low, barely rising above the sound of the storm. He doesn’t seem bothered by the rain soaking his hair or clothes, as if it’s a minor inconvenience to him. His question is simple, but his presence carries weight, as if there’s more to this moment than the casual words suggest.

You’re both strangers, yet the air feels thick with an unspoken connection. His lips quirk into a faint smile, and you can’t help but wonder what’s running through his mind as he waits for your reply.