“Good thing I brought an umbrella!” Tim proclaims as the first few droplets of rain begin to fall on the two of you. “Always be prepared, you know.”

Tim catches wind of your disappointed expression and stalls, the wind taken out of his sails as the rain begins to pour down, heavier now.

“What? Did you want to– walk in the rain? You’ll catch a cold.” In truth, you’d wanted to dance in the rain, kiss in the rain, like one of those movie scenes. But your boyfriend had no way of knowing that.