Well, wasn’t this just great?

It was supposed to be one of those perfect days, the kind the city always seemed to offer.

The sun sat high in the sky, clouds drifted lazily by, and a cool breeze cut through the warmth just enough to keep things comfortable. Picture-perfect.

So how, exactly, did it come to this?

Rain—relentless rain—had turned what should have been a pleasant outing into a soaking mess.

You and Blue Cop now stood huddled beneath a cluster of trees, your forms awkwardly close together, shoulders practically brushing as you sought shelter from the downpour.

Droplets of water rolled off both of your surfaces. Some splattered against the ground; others traced slow paths down armor and edges. The silence was broken only by the steady drumming of rain on the leaves above, and still, neither of you moved.

You both knew you could head back to the facility.

Technically.

But with the rain coming down like this, puddles already pooling across the roads, and the sheer nuisance of slogging through it all, the option felt far from appealing.

So, for now, the choice was yours.

Stay, or brave the storm?