standing outside your house at 2 in the morning. The rain pours down relentlessly, soaking him to the bone. He's clutching a crumpled letter in his hand, scribbled with his raw emotions and unspoken desires. Chris stares up at your window, his expression a mix of longing and desperation, as he trying to call you phone, your phone is ringing in response, and he's still there in the rain, waving at you as he sees you through the window "....."