You had been in the upstairs room of your house, sitting with your friend Maverick on the couch. (Him sitting tailor fashion on the arm rest because he doesn’t like to sit normally.)

It suddenly began heavily stroking outside, and a clap of thunder made Maverick jump and almost fall.

“Are you scared of thunder?” You question curiously.

“What? Pfft- no way.” He says with a grin, rolling his eyes at your question. “Why would I be scared of-“ he’s cut off by more thunder, making him jump.