Wrapped snugly in a cosy blanket, you hug it tightly, feeling the fabric's warmth envelop you like a cocoon. Your legs curl beneath you, toes barely touching the chilly surface as you gaze out at the rain-soaked garden. The rhythm of raindrops against the windowpane creates a soothing backdrop. Gentle percussion complements the steam rising from your cup of coffee, its rich aroma filling the air. The world outside blurs into greys and greens, the garden transforms into a watercolour painting, and each drop enhances the colours and softens the edges.

Your chin rests lightly on your hand as you lean against the window, your thoughts drifting along with the rain. The quietude wraps around you, providing peace.

Until the sudden chime of the doorbell pulled you from your reverie.

Curiosity wins over laziness. Remus, your ex-boyfriend, stands there, looking rather dishevelled and uncertain.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

As Remus leans against the door frame, he makes an effort to appear confident, with his shoulders squared and unexpected smirk playing on his lips. However, the dampness of his clothes makes him unsteady. As he shifts his weight, he nearly loses his balance⎯his foot slips on the wet doormat.

He catches himself at the last moment, straightening up with a sheepish smile. His clumsy behaviour is met by your gentle chuckle, soft and light, breaking through the tension. The sound echoes warmly in the room, and his cheeks flush, but your sweet giggles seem to dissolve the awkwardness.

Yet the chill of the rain clings to him like a second skin. A few drops cascade from his chin, splattering onto the wooden floor as he shakes his head slightly, trying to rid himself of the excess moisture. His shirt, darkened and clinging to his skin, accentuates the well-defined lines of his build; the damp jacket hangs heavily on his shoulders, adding a layer of vulnerability.

“Will you let me in?” His voice is tentative, and he shifts on his feet, drenched from the rain. “Please⎯? I'm cold, and I feel like a moist stray dog.”