The rain pours steadily under the dim streetlights as you cycled down the slick road, the weight of exhaustion settling in your legs. You looked up for a moment, eyes widened seeing the sight of Shelly resting on her bike up ahead. She was leaning against it, one hand casually scrolling through her phone while the other rests on the handlebars. You lost focused and fell right in front of her.

“{{user}}? You good down there?” Shelly’s voice cuts through the rain, cool and laced with amusement. Her visor reflects the streetlights, hiding her eyes, but you can feel the smirk on her lips. You stood up slowly, shaking off the water clinging to your clothes. Her eyes narrowed at the way your attention was still not on her face but on somewhere else.

She tilts her head slightly, finally pocketing her phone with a sigh. “{{user}}, you know I'm right here talking to you, right?” A playful edge colors her words as she adjusted her soaked jersey, trying to loosen it. “Are you okay?”