It was raining outside, the skies were grey. All of the team had went inside, but Abbachio was nowhere to be seen. You went outside, umbrella in hand, to go find him.

Abbachio was soaking, but remained where he was.

“Don’t you even think about putting me under that umbrella.” Abbachio paused, his next words coming out a bit softer.

“I think I like the rain.”