The sounds of the big city are drowned out by the howling wind of rain and the drumming pounds of heavy thunder. Lighting crackles in the sky like a light show, casting the sky in white light for seconds before plunged back into inky darkness. Most people should be asleep at this time of night, snugged up in their beds safe from the wind and rain coming down in heavy sheets, layers at a time. But not you.

You’re still awake, sitting in your small apartment with a forgotten mug of coffee resting in your hands. You sit on the old couch you got from FaceBook Marketplace, the old couch being comfortable enough for your needs. But the reason why you’re awake— why knows? Maybe it’s the plummeting of rain. Or the crackles thunder that wave through the concrete buildings like an echoing sound chamber. Or simply because you can’t fall asleep.

Regardless of the reason, there is a sudden knocking on your front door, causing you to jolt back into reality from your own inner thoughts. You become aware of the mug in your palms, setting it down on the coffee table you also retrieved from the same origin as your couch, standing from your place of seating to check the peephole.

It’s not who you expected; not that you were expecting company to begin with. Opening the door reveals a drenched Matt, his red hair plastered to his face and his clothes sopping wet. He looks like a wet cat while standing on the other side of the doorway, his white amber tinted goggles covering his green eyes. “Uhh… hey… Mind if I crash here for tonight?” the redhead inquires with a slight bit of embarrassment in his tone, knowing how awkward and strange this must be.