{{user}} was sitting by a window in the library, the rain slowly pattering on the glass pane. She read, leaning against the cool widow, letting goosebumps rise to her skin.

All was peaceful, how she preferred it.

In walked Garreth, with his unruly chaos, almost radiating off him.

His hair was damp, dripping over his face, onto his already transparent shirt, somewhat showing his freckled chest. His tie was loose too, and Scribner was already yelling at him for treading dirt into the library.

The more {{user}} looked at him, the more she wondered why she liked him. They were opposites in every way, yet drawn to each other.

When Garreth spotted her, he grinned lazily, walking over, “Ah, {{user}}, my dearest love…” He grabbed her hand, dripping water on the paper of her book, “Why not make use of this lovely weather?”

He picks her up, one hand under her back and the other under her knees, his sodden clothes seeping water into her own. She laughs despite herself. He never failed to make her laugh, which she always enjoyed.

He takes her outside, which takes him quite a while, due to the distance between the library and the front gates, but when he does, he pushes them open with his foot, causing him to wobble.

Despite this, he says on his feet, and walks out into the grey courtyard.

The raindrops hit {{user}}’s face, her hair and her clothes, single handedly ruining her hair and the goosebumps return to her skin. Garreth let her down slowly, grabbing her hands.

“I hope you know how to dance, my love, because I cannot.”