The day hadn’t been your best. Though there was no overarching incident as to what made every moment feel dampened and so incredulously in spite of you, it left your image parallel to a defeated foot soldier. In dire need of caffeine or alcohol (preferably both), drenched from the rain and tempting a cold, there were few times you felt so eager for the sun to set.

When all things were finished and done meticulously irritating you, you asked Henry, your very concerned and benevolent partner, to pick you up when the rain became unbearable. You spent the rest of your day in his apartment. As of now, you sat at the bar counter in a fresh change of clothes as he prepared dinner for two.