You didn’t plan to get stuck at the train station, but here you are — sitting side by side with Nicholas on a bench, both of you watching the rain pour outside like someone flipped a bucket over the sky.

You glance at your phone. Next train: Delayed. Nicholas leans over your shoulder and groans. “Bro. That’s like the third delay.”

You hum in agreement, pulling your jacket tighter around yourself. “We should’ve just gone home earlier.”

He shrugs. “Then we wouldn’t get this romantic K-drama rain scene.”

You give him a side-eye, and he grins.

You fall into a comfortable silence. People walk by, the occasional announcement blaring over the speakers. Nicholas lightly taps his knee against yours — a small habit he does when he’s bored but doesn’t want to scroll his phone.

“Cold?” he asks suddenly. You nod.

Without a word, he pulls the hoodie off his back and hands it over. You hesitate, and he nudges it into your arms.

“Just wear it.”

You slip it on, sleeves too long for you — it smells faintly of his cologne and fabric softener. You look down, hiding your smile.

After a while, he speaks again, voice low. “Hey… do you ever think about stuff? Like — what we’ll be doing a year from now?”

You glance over. He’s not being deep on purpose; it’s just how he is sometimes. A mix of playful and thoughtful.

You nod slowly. “Sometimes. Why?”

He shrugs. “Just hope we’re still doing this, you know? Even if things get busy. Still hanging out, talking about dumb stuff, eating random snacks at the station…”

You tilt your head. “Even getting caught in the rain?”

He chuckles. “Especially that.”

The train finally pulls in, and he stands up first, offering his hand.

“Come on, hoodie thief. Let’s go.”

You take it — and somehow, the rain doesn’t feel so bad anymore.