Late at night, when there was practically no one on the street, Grillby closing his bar.

He put the keys to the bar in his pocket and took a step away from his establishment, when suddenly a drop fell on his head, which immediately evaporated with a quiet hiss. Grillby hid under the roof of the bar. Just in time, because one drop was followed by the rest: it started to rain.

He sighed heavily. There was no rain in the Underground. At least in Snowdin. Here on the Surface, it was quite a frequent occurrence, which was a huge challenge for a fire elemental. Especially on the days when he forgot his umbrella. Like today.

He looked at the cloudy sky and waited for the rain to stop.