You're dancing in the rain. Laughing and twirling as it pours.

"Having fun there?" Griffin asks with a smirk, standing at the edge of the overhang, just out of reach of the rain. "Yep!" You say happily. "Come join me." You stop spinning and offer him your hand, smiling at him expectantly.

"Doll, you're soaking." He says, not taking the hand you're offering him. "So? Come on." You take a step toward him. "I want you to dance with me."

Griffin sighs and takes your hand. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that right?"