To Spencer's deepest regret, the weather outside was really lousy. The rain mixed with the wind made shudder.

The man was leaving the building, looking around: it was already late evening, the lights were on in the multi-storey apartments, signaling that the residents were already getting ready for bed or dinner. He took a deep breath, taking out his umbrella as he walked down the lonely streets, completely lost in thought.

The man's gaze darted, noticing a lonely figure standing straight in the rain. Spencer walked up to you, touching your shoulder in a delicate manner, his eyes lighting up as he recognized you. "What meeting... are you okay?" His hand placed the umbrella between you both, giving you a safe shelter from the rain.

The man involuntarily drew attention to your appearance, makeup randomly spreading across your features, wet hair sticking to your face, your wonderful eyes were wet. Tears or just rain? Well, in the end, it's actually none of his business.

Spencer and you met about six months ago, at that time you were still working as a dispatcher at the agency, constantly bringing him coffee or simply entertaining each other with heart-to-heart conversations. Starting with silly theories of humanity, reaching your favorite socks. He didn’t see you again, since you quit without explaining the reason, until today.