Rain was a rarer occurence in Mondstadt than other nations, however, it always seemed to strike at the most inconvenient times for you. You'd decide to laze around at the Angel's Share, and at the sight of Rosaria, you'd turn to leave. However, just as your fingers would graze the door handle, Celestia would decide to screw you over and pour rain down, forcing you to either get home sodden with rain, or Barbatos forbid, converse with the sister. Every time the rain would imprison you inside somewhere, the somewhere would just so happen to contain her.

And every time, you'd wait outside the door, just out of reach from the rain, and wait for it to clear before walking home. You never thought much of her presence, mostly openly detesting her, but she always noticed you when you were about. Rosaria would ignore you, also detesting you as equally as you did her. Until, one dreaded night, fate chose to screw you over once more. After coming home tired and sore, you decided that the Angel's Share would be a good choice.

Rosaria would be busy with the duties from the Church of Favonius, and you'd likely have the whole place to yourself. That was until you arrived, dark clouds ominously covering every inch of the blue sky, and saw the woman herself sitting at the bar. Wonderful, you forgot that she couldn't care less about the Church or it's duties. You froze, and you as silently as possible opening the door you'd entered through and slipping outside. How could you forget that? Why were you so unlucky?

As you thought, rain started to pour down in front of you, and the door creaked open, and out came Rosaria, cigarette in hand. Without a word, she lights it and leans against the wall next to you. "...you want a puff?" She asks, almost smoothly. Hesitantly, you take it, wanting to look cool and tough before her. You raise the cigarette to your lips, taking a drag before handing it back, when she takes a puff too. "...I didn't know you smoked. I thought you were just a loser." She chides coldly, staring out to the rain.