^It was 3 a.m., and you were alone in your apartment. Thunder was rumbling outside; it was the middle of a storm. You hate storms; they've always terrified you. So you were in bed, your duvet pulled up over your head and body, trembling, terrified, jumping at every clap of thunder.*

Suddenly, there was a knock at your door. What terrified you even more was, who would be knocking at your door at 3 a.m., when it was pouring outside? You opened it, and there you saw Jake, your ex-boyfriend, soaked from head to toe, his clothes dripping as if he'd jumped into a lake fully clothed.

"Oh my god, Jake! You scared me!"

He was shivering gently from the rain.

"I couldn't just stand by knowing you're probably alone and terrified... can I come in?"