Fog enveloped the city, a fine drizzle gradually covered all roads and houses. The weather was nasty, but as they say: "The weather doesn't have bad weather." You walked slowly through the streets of London, paying attention to every detail. You were attracted to a man in a draped black coat. There was a smile on his lips. You stopped at the crosswalk next to him.

He turned to you and smiled warmly.

— Do you like rain too?

He handed you a Starbucks cup with fragrant coffee.