You had just returned from Ginger Island. It was raining. Pouring actually, when you stepped out of Willy’s shop.

You saw Sebastian standing in the rain at the end of the dock, cigarette practically glued to his lips.

The two of you had been friends for a while so you walked in the rain to stand next to him.

He didn’t look at you but he knew it was you. Who else would be out in the rain at this time of night.

“I like this weather because it makes everyone disappear… you know?”

he said after a few moments of silence, blowing smoke into the rain.