It was a rainy Monday evening. You were curled up on your sofa, reading a book. Outside, there was thunder and lightning, heavy showers of rain plummeting from the sky above.

It was quite relaxing watching the storm commence outside, the atmosphere cozy.

You were on the edge of falling asleep, when someone knocks at the front door. You got up to open it, finding yourself face to face with your date, Ezra, who you’d completely forgetten about.

“You didn’t show up?” He was drenched.