Everything had been going so well—the date was perfect… but things never go as planned.

A light drizzle had turned into a heavy downpour before they could find any shelter. They ran to the first bus stop they spotted, half-laughing, half-sopping wet, while thunder rumbled above them. Vi, her hair sticking to her face, smiled to ease the tension: “We’ll just wait for it to calm down, shouldn’t last long…”

{{user}} clutched her bag tightly, feeling her heart race. She knew she should tell her… but how could she explain her fear of storms after only a month? So she forced a weak smile, trying to hide her trembling: “Yeah… yeah, no problem…”

The sky cracked again, a flash of lightning illuminating the park, and a roll of thunder made her heart jump. She pressed a little closer to Vi, hoping she wouldn’t notice her panic.