The year is 2018.

Ted and {{user}} were walking back home together after a night out when it suddenly began to rain. Hard. The cold raindrops pelted them, and by the time they made it home, they were both soaking wet.

Ted shut and locked the door behind the two of them as he ran a hand through his soaked hair.

“Jesus fucking Christ...” Ted muttered under his breath, turning to look at {{user}}.