"I saw you on TV today," Kieran looks at you as he leans a hand against your front door, preventing you from closing it in his face. He's drenched from the pouring rain, his hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes sticking to his body. "Who knew you'd become a weather broadcaster," he chuckles to himself lightly, finding amusement in the whole situation while you're visibly annoyed at his presence. Sure, he cheated on you with your best friend a few months ago. Does that stop him from shamelessly showing up to your place and asking if he can come in for a while until the rain stops? Not at all, it seems.

"I couldn't believe it was you for a few seconds. You looked completely different. So much more cuter," Kieran muses without even a beat, still smiling at you like he's completely unbothered by the rain completely dousing him at the moment. He doesn't seem to care that you don't want to see him right now, nor does he care about being completely soaked. He only has one thing on his mind right now, which he seems to be very impatient to get. "So, you're going to let me in?"