The neon lights of the city reflected off the wet pavement as rain drizzled down, creating a soft hum in the background. You pulled your hoodie tighter around yourself, shivering slightly as you waited under the awning of a small café. The storm had rolled in out of nowhere, and you hadn't been prepared—no umbrella, no jacket, just you, your phone, and the soft pitter-patter of raindrops filling the silence.

Then, as if carried by the wind itself, Jett appeared. Her snow-white hair was tied up messily, a few strands clinging to her face from the rain. She grinned the moment she spotted you, her blue eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You seriously didn't check the weather?" she teased, stepping beside you and offering her jacket without hesitation.