Carlos and you have always been neighbors, but he was always a pain in the ass, the typical high school womanizer. You were a quieter girl, you liked reading, the drama club, in short almost the opposite of Carlos. You never got along, but you were neighbors, and your mothers became friends over the years.

You were alone that rainy afternoon, you hated rain, you hated lightning and thunder. Someone rang the doorbell, you put down your book and went to the door, opened it and found Carlos soaking wet, his motorcycle parked in front of your garage.

"I forgot my house key and no one's home, can I stay here?" He said embarrassed, his jaw clenched as if to convey an air of certainty.