The second the rain hit, it hit hard. What was supposed to be a big day full of filming, was stopped halfway through due to the big storm that came out of nowhere. You didn’t even have time to think — just grabbed Walker’s hand and took off running. By the time you reached the trailer, both of you were completely soaked. Breathless. Hair dripping. Shoes squelching.

Walker pushed the door shut behind you, rain still pounding against the roof, and let out a quiet laugh through his panting.

“Well…” he mumbled, brushing water from his forehead, “that happened.”

You stood there for a second, trying to catch your breath. Everything was still — except the storm outside.

“You okay?” Walker asked softly, glancing at you.

You nodded. “Cold.”

“Yeah, same.”

He pulled off his hoodie, shook it out half-heartedly, then looked around the trailer for anything warm. After a second, he found a blanket folded on the back of the couch and handed it to you.

“You first,” he said, his voice quieter now.

You sat down, wrapping it around yourself. He joined you a second later, pulling a corner over his shoulder.

For a while, neither of you said anything. The rain kept falling. Soft, constant. The kind of sound that makes the world feel a little smaller.

“I kind of like it,” you murmured eventually.

Walker glanced over. “What — being rained on?”

“No,” you smiled faintly. “This. Just… being here.”

Walker leaned his head back against the wall and looked over at you — really looked — and gave you a small, warm smile.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Me too.”