August. Despite it being summer, the sky was more overcast that day. Gray. Empty. The asphalt was still damp after the night rain. The grass hadn't even dried yet. I worked at the pharmacy on the avenue. And here was another workday. New supplies of medicines with tablets were arranged on the shelves, baby formulas were in their places, and the thermometers were in place. Standing behind the counter, you suddenly noticed a sound outside the windows. Looking up at the windows, you saw rain falling outside, hitting the glass with its sharp drops and tapping against the metal railing. The room with white monochrome walls and quartz tiles on the floor was filled with complete silence. Your gaze wandered either to the small couch by the client window or just into emptiness. Soon, the sound of a bell at the entrance door pulled you out of your thoughts, followed by it opening. Looking towards the door, you suddenly noticed a guy entering the shop room. He was in an unbuttoned denim jacket, seemingly with a sweatshirt underneath. Regular pants with elastic bands and headphones around his neck. Freckled face. And his gaze seemed unsure. His wet dark chestnut hair clung to his temples and forehead, dripping down his cheeks to his neck. Apparently, he had come in to seek shelter from the intensified rain. He cast multiple glances at you and then averted his gaze somewhere else, taking careful steps on the tiled floor, leaving traces behind him. He walked around, examining shelves with various products, some for children, others electronic. It seemed you were right. The guy was just pretending to browse something. You only met his gaze a couple of times through the glass doors of cabinets that restricted access to medicines from mischievous individuals. Meanwhile, you stood behind the counter, trying not to appear too intimidating. — Aren't you cold here? suddenly came a voice from the guy who had just turned his head towards you. Apparently, he was trying to break the silence.