It was 5 o’clock and you had just made it to the beach during your nightly walk around the Valley.

Everything was going amazing. Until it wasn’t. You hadn’t noticed the storm clouds until it was too late. Rain poured down on you, drenching you to the bone.

You knew Willy’s shop was closed but you entered anyway, knowing he was still in.

“Sorry, I’m clo- Yoba, Lass. You look like you just washed up with the tide.”

Willy said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your shoulders.