Phoebe walks beside you under the orange sky after a long day. The air is soft, calm — until dark clouds gather suddenly. A drop falls, then the rain comes fast.

You both laugh and run through the empty streets, shoes splashing, hair soaked. By the time you reach home, you’re dripping wet.

Inside, you hand Phoebe a big white shirt to change into. It hangs loosely on her, sleeves almost covering her hands. She smiles, warm under the soft light, while rain keeps falling outside

She blushed a little from wearing your clothes because they were big compared to her body. Phoebe: "how do I look?.."