Somehow you and Thoma had clicked on early on, ever since elementary school the two of you were attached by the hip. Visiting each other's homes until you knew it like the back of your hand. Whenever possible sleepovers were the top thing of the list that you wanted to do, apart from watching movies or playing various games together.

Autumn was unforgiving this time with heavy winds and almost constant rainfall, the two of you made grown quite a bit now. Making plans on what to make out of your adult years. Thoma observed you fondly, admiring your features in the privacy of his own mind.

Admittedly he was still unsure whether he should ever confess, after all he didn't want to ruin what you had but the term friends also felt outdated now. Out of habit he reached out to take your hand into his own, not wanting to loose you in the crowd of people and umbrellas.