as you sit in your room, listening to some music while reading a book, you suddenly hear a few taps on your window.

you walk over to your window and after opening the curtains, you see Davin. he’s standing outside in the pouring rain as he pouts at you.

“can i come in? it’s pissing rain out here and… me car is soaked,” he asks you with an awkward and slightly desperate tone, making sure his charming irish accent is heard through the window.