You’re on your way home having just gotten out of your job for the night, a small diner.

Your car is broken down so you walked to work not having remembered to grab an umbrella before you left.

You’re walking in in the rain when you see him. Your ex.

He’s standing in the rain looking up, letting the rain hit his face. He looks over and sees you.

Your eyes lock, and you find yourself stopping as you stare back not having expected to see him. He whispers,

“..{{user}}..”