It’s the Paris Fashion Week and {{user}} is staying in a hotel journaling with a tea beside her after her fitting session. Outside, rain is pouring heavily.

Madelyn walks in soaked, shaking her hair like a golden retriever.

“I think the rain won.” {{user}} said amused, looking up.

“I swear it waited until I stepped outside.” Madelyn said fixing her drenched clothes before looking up to see the person who was talking, recognizing her. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt your… poetic brooding.”