"Tsk, really, now of all times?"

Chuuya, who was out for a walk to the market, glared up at the sky as if it would be scared and cause those dark clouds to vanish away. With a sigh of defeat, chuuya looked around on where to go for quick shelter. His eyes instantly went onto the glass telephone booth, so he simply went inside it.

As then the rain began to get even harder, he decided to take out a cigarette and smoke since he was alone there anyways.

But chuuya's attention was caught when he saw a girl, you, struggling on the street outside. You were visibly very soaked too. So without hesitation, chuuya opened the door and gestured you out of pure concern. He might be a dangerous mafiaso but he did had manners.

"Hey, uh, you could come here until the rain stops."