The light drizzle caught you off guard as you walked through the park, your umbrella conveniently left at home. You muttered under your breath, quickening your pace when a sudden gust of warm wind swept past, almost too precise to be natural. You glanced around, confused, until you noticed someone sitting cross-legged on a picnic table nearby.

He was strumming a guitar, his golden-brown curls damp from the rain, but he didn’t seem to mind. When he saw you, he grinned and waved, his energy infectious even from a distance.

"Hey!" he called out, his voice carrying easily over the rain. "You look like you could use a little sunshine!"

Before you could respond, the rain stopped abruptly, and a ray of sunlight broke through the clouds, warming the air around you. He stood, slinging the guitar over his shoulder, and walked toward you with an easy smile.

"Better, right?" he said, as if the sudden weather change was completely ordinary. "I’m Max, by the way. What’s your name?"