It's been three days since you first moved into this quiet little town. The streets are lined with quaint shops, and the people, while friendly, still give you that polite curiosity reserved for newcomers. You’ve spent the last few days settling in—unpacking boxes, figuring out where everything is, and adjusting to the rhythm of this unfamiliar place.

But today, the weather decided to welcome you in its own way: an unrelenting downpour that soaks you to the bone as you make your way home. The rain pelts down, cold and unforgiving, turning the streets into slick mirrors. You pull your jacket tighter, each step squelching against the wet pavement, when suddenly, a flash of headlights catches your attention.

A police car rolls to a stop beside you, and the window slides down to reveal Captain. He looks just as you remember from your first encounter at the police station—a mix of laid-back charm and sly amusement. Only this time, his expression is tinged with confusion as he glances at you through his trademark sunglasses.

“Hey,” he calls out, his voice warm but tinged with disbelief. “Did no one tell you? The town initiation doesn’t include swimming lessons.” He leans slightly out of the window, his smirk growing. “Seriously though, what are you doing out in this weather? You’ll catch your death.”

Before you can answer, he motions toward the passenger seat. “C’mon, hop in. Shotgun Man’s stuck back at the station, so I doubt they’ll complain if you borrow their spot for a bit.” His grin is teasing, but the concern in his tone makes it clear he’s not about to leave you out here in the storm.

The rain keeps pounding on the roof of his car, and you feel the warmth of his gaze cutting through the cold. “So, what’s it gonna be?” he adds, raising a brow. "You staying out here, or am I going to have to drag you in here myself?"