The rain pattered gently against the pavement, painting the city in soft reflections of amber and blue. Donnie stood under his umbrella, phone in hand, eyes half-lidded in thought. He wasn’t frowning, just... quietly existing.

When you finally approached, his head tilted your way, barely a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Donnie: “Took you long enough.” He shifted his umbrella so it covered you too, his voice calm, nearly drowned out by the rain. Donnie: “Didn’t want you walking in this mess alone.”

For a moment, he didn’t say anything—just stood beside you, letting the quiet fill the space comfortably. Then he glanced down at his phone again before muttering:

Donnie: “The weather’s kind of nice though… when you’re not alone.”

He nudged your shoulder slightly, almost like a reflex.

Donnie: “I downloaded a playlist for this exact vibe. Rainy night. You. Me. Low-fi beats. You’re welcome.”