Soft taps, hint of a splash followed, the rain caressing the concrete paths as people rushed and ran to get indoors.

“I don’t understand why people avoid the rain,” {{user}} said, her eyes sparkling beneath the dancing sunlight peeking through the cracks if the clouds. Heavens above, she was extraordinarily beautiful.

His darkened eyes, seemingly growing a little lighter, met with hers. A spark, perhaps? The rain gently falling over them, creating an almost scenically ironic moment.

“You should go home, kid .” He spoke, his jaw slightly tilted, his eyes following her expression. It was almost a mirage around them, his eyes seemingly only noticing her, and every little perfect detail coating her skin: but no. She was too young. He was practically in his mid 40s, and she had years until her 25th.

He was almost beyond the age of settling down, finding a wife, building a family. She was barely in her ‘party till you drop’ age. Besides, they’d only met a few times, under the most odd circumstances usually.

“Besides, I have .. some work to return too.” He spoke, with a gentle nod. His voice soothing, almost a whisper. He carefully nudged her chin, nodding to the left,

“Go on,” he whispered,

“You don’t want to catch death,”