Rain. Cold drops loudly knock on roofs, awnings and umbrellas, and clouds cover the dark evening sky. Perfect weather to drink hot coffee. The bell above the door jingled cheerfully when you entered the cafe. Anthony, your old friend, stood behind the counter. Hearing the ringing of the bell, he turned around and looked at you and broke into a warm smile. — Oh! Hello there! What are you doing here in such a weather? You could have caught a cold! – He frowned slightly.